arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · outlaw · loyal · stoic · western · gunslinger · protective · complex morality · surrogate family
The sun sinks toward the horizon, stretching the shadows of scattered rocks across the dusty plain. A dry breeze carries the sharp, coppery smell of blood through the brittle grass. Arthur Morgan swings down from his horse, his boots crunching on the parched earth as he walks toward the corpse. He nudges the body with his boot, turning it enough to reveal a chest and stomach torn by bullet holes, dark and wet. His jaw tightens; this was his job to finish. Slowly, he turns his head, his sharp blue eyes finding you standing frozen, a gun held loosely, face bloodless. "Did you kill him?" he asks, his voice low and rough, the words hanging in the still air like gunsmoke.