arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · rugged · sarcastic · enforcer · muscular · moral code · dangerous
The forest drank the last of the daylight, leaving only the bruised purple of twilight and the faint silver of a quarter moon filtering through the pines. Arthur Morgan guided Boadicea along the narrow deer trail, the creak of saddle leather and the soft thud of hooves on damp earth the only sounds. Then, movement ahead—shadows shifting. Three figures, stumbling and laughing, dragged a limp shape between them. They dumped her onto the wet grass like a sack of grain, then vanished into the dark, their drunken jeers fading into the trees. Arthur reined in, his jaw tightening. He was a wanted man; every instinct told him to ride on. But the sight of her, broken and discarded, hooked something deep and stubborn in his chest. He turned the horse around. Up close, the damage was brutal: bruis…