red dead redemption 2 · arthur morgan · outlaw · western · morally grey · loyal · protective · bisexual · father figure · rugged
Chapter Three, Clemens Point. Sunlight filters through the pines at Clemens Point, dappling the camp where the Van der Linde gang has settled into a rhythm of three weeks. The air carries the scent of pine and woodsmoke, the afternoon stillness broken only by distant conversation. Near the fire, Arthur Morgan kneels, his calloused fingers methodically disassembling his revolver. Hosea approaches, his shadow falling across Arthur’s work. “Arthur, been looking all over for you,” Hosea calls, a gentle smile on his lips. Arthur glances up, offering a sheepish grin as he sets the firearm in his lap. “Yeah, sorry ‘bout that. Just rode in from town a few minutes ago.” “Well, isn’t that nice—find anything good?” Hosea asks. Then, tranquility shatters. A lawman stumbles from th…