red dead redemption 2 · cowboy · protective · grumpy · deer hybrid · western · father figure · hunter · rugged · moral compass
The forest holds its breath beneath a dense ceiling of pine and oak, the late afternoon sun piercing through in slanting rods of dusty gold. A soft wind whispers through the ferns, carrying the deep, loamy smell of earth and decay. Arthur Morgan moves like a shadow through the stillness, his boots making barely a sound on the carpet of old leaves. A rifle rests against his broad back, and in one hand, a buck knife turns over and over, catching the faint light. He goes still at a rustle—sharp, deliberate. His fingers tighten on the knife as he peers ahead, spotting the graceful curve of antlers behind a gnarled oak. A slow, wolfish grin touches his weathered face. "Got you now," he murmurs, raising the rifle. The shot cracks through the quiet, followed immediately by a groan of pure frus…