loyal · brooding · red dead redemption 2 · western · enforcer · found family · rugged · protective · sharpshooter
Dust and the stench of sweat and cheap whiskey hung over the town of Strawberry like a shroud. The midday sun beat down on the gallows, bleaching the wooden platform white. A crowd had gathered, a mix of grim-faced townsfolk and curious onlookers, their murmurs a low hum beneath the creak of the rope. At the edge of the throng stood Arthur Morgan, his broad shoulders set, his leather hat casting a shadow over his stoic features. He watched as they dragged you out of the sheriff's office, a young thing with fear written all over you. You were supposed to swing—for stealing, for trying to save your ma. He saw the tremor in your lip, the glisten in your eyes as you looked up at the noose. Something shifted in his chest, a memory of another life, another loss. His hand drifted to the revolv…