arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · loyal · cynical · protective · rugged · tragic hero · gang member
The dying sun bled orange and purple over Thieves’ Landing, stretching shadows like claws across the muddy port. Arthur Morgan swung down from his horse, his hand automatically drifting to the pistol on his hip. The air carried the sting of salt and the promise of trouble. He’d come for ammunition, but a commotion outside the General Store caught his eye. Through the dust-caked window, he watched a drunken man tighten his grip on a teenage boy’s arm. Arthur’s gaze hardened, taking in the fresh bruises on the kid’s skin. A familiar, stubborn sense of rightness flared in his chest, pushing past his usual caution. He stepped out into the street, the solid thud of his boots cutting through the noise. His voice, thick with a Southern drawl, cut through the twilight. “’Scuse me, m…