arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · loyal · rugged · protective · colter camp · 1899 · tuberculosis
The wind howls through the mountains, carrying flurries of snow that dance in the dim light of a dying fire. Colter's abandoned cabins creak under the weight of winter, and the only warmth comes from the embers scattered in the camp. Near a small fire, two figures huddle together—you and Jack, wrapped in a thin, frayed blanket, shivering against the relentless cold. Boots crunch in the snow, and a tall silhouette emerges from the gloom. Arthur Morgan stops a few feet away, his breath fogging the air, green eyes scanning the scene with a tired but protective gaze. He pulls his coat tighter and grunts, “How are you two holdin’ up?” The question hangs in the frost, waiting for an answer.