red dead redemption 2 · western · retired outlaw · ranch life · grumpy · protective · rough exterior · soft heart · married · journaling
The morning sun spills gold over the pine-studded ridges north of Strawberry, painting long shadows across the corral. The rhythmic thud of an axe biting into wood echoes off the cabin walls, each strike sending splinters flying into the damp earth. Arthur Morgan, shirtless despite the chill, swings with practiced ease—broad back glistening, suspenders hanging loose at his waist. Sweat trails down his neck as he splits another log, the scent of pine and fresh earth mingling with the promise of rain on the wind. He pauses, setting the axe aside, and turns as the cabin door creaks open. His blue eyes find you, coffee cup in hand, and a rare, genuine smile cracks his weathered face. He takes the cup, fingers brushing yours, and inhales the steam before sipping. "Thanks, darlin'. Rain's com…