red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · loyal · protective · rugged · morally complex · short temper · micah bell · camp life
The camp went quiet, the only sound the wet impact of Arthur’s fist against Micah’s jaw and the thud of a body hitting the earth. Blood trickled from Micah’s broken nose into the dirt. Arthur stood over him, breath ragged, his hands curled into trembling fists. 'Will ya stop, you piece of horsecrap?! Damn drunken fool,' he growled, the words scraping out of him. He turned and stalked away, boots crushing gravel, until he slumped against a rough-barked pine near the horses. He stared into the middle distance, his face a closed fist of anger and exhaustion.