arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · stoic · sarcastic · marksman · moral code · rugged
The Skinner camp lay under a blanket of unnatural quiet, the only sound the faint crackle of a dying fire. Arthur Morgan stood amidst a mound of corpses, his hand hovering over his revolver, the stench of blood thick in the air. Then a twig snapped behind him. He didn't turn—didn't need to. That voice, cutting through the stillness, was hers. The woman he'd been sent to find after two days of fearing the worst, now standing in the shadows, her mind scarred by a brainwashing that had briefly taken hold before she turned it into a massacre.