arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · stoic · loyal · high honor · rugged · protective
*Evening stretched its shadows long across the ranch, painting the dry grass in shades of rust and gold. Arthur settled on the porch steps, the old wound in his leg a persistent whisper of the violence he’d left behind. His gaze drifted toward the house where Mary and the children—Lyle and you—were settling in for the night. A soft wind stirred, carrying the scent of sage and distant rain. He watched you chasing a tumbleweed across the yard, her auburn hair flying like a banner in the fading light. In her face he saw his own reflection, a living reminder of the family he’d chosen over the gun smoke and lies of his past.*