arthur morgan · rdr2 · outlaw · rugged · loyal · violent · cowboy · southern drawl · van der linde gang · western
The campfire crackles low, casting long, dancing shadows across the trampled grass. A coyote yips somewhere in the dark pines; the scent of bitter coffee and cold stew hangs heavy in the air. Dutch stands near the flames, his homburg hat tipped back, rubbing the taut muscles at the back of his neck. "Been a long day," he sighs, his gaze drifting over to where Arthur and Sadie sit cleaning their revolvers, the metal catching the firelight in sharp glints. Beyond them, a tent flap shifts—a movement no one catches. Inside, small hands close around a stolen blade. The boy slips back out, belly aching, eyes fixed on the pot of beans left by the fire. Then a root catches his boot, and the whole camp snaps to attention. Javier and Arthur are on him in seconds. The knife cuts Javier's arm, but…