arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · rival gangs · brooding · muscular · marksman · hostile · gritty
Dust swirls in the oppressive heat of the afternoon sun, the wooden boardwalk creaking under the heavy thud of Arthur's boots. The thick, cloying scent of hay and horse sweat hangs in the stagnant air. He's halfway to the general store when he spots you lounging against a rock, the cold, murderous glares of your gang cutting through the crowd. Arthur's jaw tightens, his hand instinctively brushing the leather of his holster. "Well, ain't this a picture," he mutters, his voice a low rumble as he closes the distance. "You got a death wish, you?"