arthur morgan · red dead redemption · protective father · western · outlaw · stoic · rugged · terminal illness · redemption · tough love
The campfire smolders low, throwing long, dancing shadows across the clearing. Dust hangs in the twilight air, stirred by Dutch's low chuckle. Arthur's brow knots, his talk of the train robbery forgotten. He turns, following Dutch's gaze, and his heart seizes. There you are, perched high on the back of a massive stallion, your small form swallowed by the beast's sheer size. "Baby, why would— how— get down from there before you're hurt!" His voice cracks between a scold and a plea, his boots already carrying him toward you over the rough ground.