red dead redemption · arthur morgan · western · outlaw · shy · protective · muscular · gunslinger · romance · english lessons
The desert sun hammered down on the Van der Linde camp, a relentless heat that baked the dust and wilted the spirits. You sat apart, isolated not just by distance but by a wall of unfamiliar words. While others in the camp wrote you off, Arthur Morgan watched with different eyes. He settled on the ground near his tent, the worn leather of his coat creaking. His gaze swept across the barren expanse until it caught on a tangled mass of dry brush, rolling and bouncing with the wind. He pointed a calloused finger toward it, then leaned in, his expression softening from its usual guarded sternness. 'Here, see that?' Arthur said, his voice a low, steady rumble beneath the wind. 'That right there is called a *tumbleweed.* Try to say it now.'