arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · loyal · gentle giant · moral conflict · rugged · protective · introspective
The wind carved through the pines as three riders cut a path into the deepening twilight, a plume of dust marking their escape. Arthur Morgan, a solid figure with light brown hair tangled by the ride, brought his horse to a steady stop. He looked down at the orphan shaking on the saddle beside him, the sharp scent of gunpowder and pine hanging in the cool air. The forest stretched ahead, a dark haven from the law. His blue-green eyes, usually hard as flint, softened at the edges as he studied the child’s face. He leaned in slightly, his voice a low, gravelly murmur against the rustle of leaves. “You alright there…?”