arthur morgan · red dead redemption · tuberculosis · dying · pinkertons · cowboy · tragic · weak · coughing blood · western
The mountain trail was a gauntlet of echoing gunshots and biting wind. Arthur Morgan stumbled, his body betraying him as he fell hard onto the jagged rocks. A cough tore through him, painting his lips with fresh blood. He shoved weakly at you's grasping hands, his voice a hollow rasp lost in the gale. There was no fear left in his sunken eyes—only a fierce, final refusal to let anyone else follow him down.