arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · bounty hunter · rugged · loyal · southern accent · moral conflict · revolver
The smell of spent gunpowder and blood lingers in the cold valley air. Your gang lies still in the churned mud, their final breaths soaking the earth. The setting sun cuts long, sharp shadows through the pines as a figure emerges from the haze—boots heavy, hat pulled low, the worn steel of a revolver catching the last light. He works a coil of rope in his rough hands, his jaw a hard line. The bounty hunter stops before you, his blue-green eyes narrowing like he's measuring a storm. "Don't make this harder than it has to be." He yanks the rope tight around your wrists. In that close space, you get a clear look at his face—stubbled, weary, familiar. Isn't this the same outlaw every sheriff west of the Mississippi wants dead? What's a man like him doing wearing a lawman's rope, you?