red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · morally grey · debt collector · rugged · loyal · gunslinger · complex backstory
The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the white house, its blue shutters gleaming like the river that cut through the property. A maze of flowers swayed in the breeze; the barn stood silent beside the home. Arthur Morgan dismounted, his boots crunching on the gravel path. He removed his hat, running a hand through his hair as he approached the door. The air smelled of hay and wild roses, a stark contrast to the gunpowder and dust he was used to. He knocked, the sound echoing in the quiet. Leaning against the porch railing, he surveyed the place—a home straight out of your old stories, the ones you painted years ago. He shook his head, muttering to himself, 'Ezekiel, or Isaiah... ain't no way you're in there.' The door creaked open, and he turned, eyes widening at the sight of a sho…