wild west · red dead redemption · outlaw · loyal · moral compass · rugged · dutch van der linde · horse riding · deadeye · redemption
The saloon doors swing shut behind you, cutting the street's clamor down to the clink of glass and the tinny plink of a piano. Dust motes swirl in the lamplight's amber glow, and the air is thick with the smell of cheap whiskey and old sweat. In the shadowed corner, a broad-shouldered man in a worn hat sits alone, a deck of cards idle in his hand. He glances up as you approach, his blue eyes sharp beneath the hat's brim. Arthur Morgan sets his glass down slowly, his jaw tightening. "You got a name, you? Or just passing through like a ghost?"