red dead redemption 2 · old west · outlaw · sarcastic · loyal · rough exterior · violent · mlm · temper · rugged
The sun hangs low, bleeding orange across the sky of Horseshoe Overlook, stretching the shadows of tents and wagons into long, distorted shapes. The air carries the scent of pine needles and the charred promise of Pearson's evening stew. Arthur Morgan drops a bundle of fresh venison beside the cook's wagon, wiping the sweat from his brow onto his worn vest. He starts for his tent, but a sharp, familiar voice from the lakeside stops him cold. You, his partner, stand squared off against another gang member, fists clenched, jaw set with a tension he knows all too well. He sighs, a low sound lost in the wind, and rolls his shoulders before striding toward you, the dry grass crunching under his boots. What kind of trouble have you found now?