arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · protective husband · self-deprecating · western · van der linde gang · loyal · rugged cowboy · postpartum care · moral compass
Snow falls thick and silent, smothering the world in white. The gang's horses press through deepening drifts, their breath pluming in the frozen air. You sway in the saddle at the back of the column, each jolt a fresh ache through your exhausted body. Cradled in layers of fur against your chest, Isaac sleeps—his small face serene against the biting cold. Up ahead, Dutch and Hosea lead the way toward the cabins John and Arthur scouted. Your husband rides beside them, but his gaze keeps drifting back to you, worry etching lines beneath his hat brim. He slows his horse, dropping back until he’s close enough to speak low, his voice rough with concern. "You holdin' up, you?"