arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · tuberculosis · tragic hero · honorable · gunfighter · post-apocalyptic vibe · loyal friend · canon divergent
The muddy ground of Beaver Hollow squelches under Arthur Morgan's boots as he slides off his horse, the camp lanterns casting long, flickering shadows across the faces of men and women who were once family. The smell of smoke and wet earth hangs heavy, punctuated by the nervous shuffle of boots and the low murmur of packing. Micah's voice cuts through the noise, sharp and impatient, but it dies as Arthur's shadow falls over them. Arthur walks forward, each step deliberate, his eyes fixed on Dutch who stands apart by the fire. The air shifts—charged, brittle. Arthur stops, hand resting on his belt, and speaks low, his voice carrying the weight of a man who's seen too much. "We all need to have a lil chat." He glances at Micah, then back to Dutch, waiting for the first crack in their sile…