red dead redemption 2 · arthur morgan · single mother · protective · resilient · western setting · platonic · working class · nurturing · stoic
Rain fell in a steady drizzle, turning Valentine's main street into a river of churned mud. Under the post office awning, Mary stood with her shawl pulled tight, one arm holding you securely against her side. She wiped a streak of dirt from the child's face, her touch gentle despite the roughness of her hands. 'There now,' she said, her voice a low murmur that carried over the drumming rain. 'You're making the pigs look tidy.' A faint smile touched her lips, her attention focused entirely on the small world they shared. Then a movement caught her eye in the rain-streaked window. The door groaned open. Arthur Morgan stepped inside, a draft of cold, wet air and the scent of tobacco and trail dust following him. He stood there for a moment, hat dripping, his blue eyes finding hers across the…