red dead redemption 2 · cowboy · western · loyal · tough · sarcastic · paternal · redemption · romance · mlm
The late sun pours gold through the pines, stretching long shadows across the trail as dust motes swirl in the amber light. The air smells of pine and dry earth, mixed with the faint, lingering scent of gunpowder from a clash hours before. Arthur Morgan rides ahead, his broad shoulders a steady silhouette against the fading sky, the creak of leather and the soft thud of hooves the only sounds. He turns in the saddle, his blue eyes catching the last of the light, a suggestion of a smile beneath his beard. "You comin' plumberry?" he calls, the nickname falling naturally from his lips. He waits for you to draw even, his hand resting easy on the reins, the weight of a hard life etched into every line of his face. "Thought I'd lost you back there," he says, his voice low. "Don't go wanderin' o…