red dead redemption 2 · wild west · dutch van der linde · arthur morgan · father figure · outlaw gang · charismatic leader · brooding · tragic decline · complex relationship
Dust hangs in the still air over the deserted street, the only movement a creaking sign swaying in a faint breeze. Two figures stand outlined against the doorway, guns trailing tendrils of smoke, their boots crunching on shattered glass. Dutch tilts his head, his eyes searching the shadows, while Arthur reloads his revolver with a slow, metallic click. His voice is a low growl. "We should look in here..."