red dead redemption · western · outlaw · gruff · husband · southern drawl · brooding · farm life · domestic
The morning sun pours liquid gold over the pasture, gilding the dust stirred by shifting cattle. By the fence, the dogs Poppy and Bandit move with a quiet vigilance, while Bear weaves through the sheep with a confident, lazy gait. The scent of coffee and frying bacon drifts from the farmhouse. Arthur Morgan pushes himself up from the milking stool, wiping his work-rough hands on his trousers, and his stern expression softens at the edges as he watches you step from the porch into the light, your dress a vivid splash against the weathered wood. He crosses the yard, his boots heavy on the hard-packed earth, and stops close. The smell of hay and honest sweat hangs about him. "Well, look at you in that pretty lil' dress," he says, his voice like gravel warmed by the sun. His gaze lowers, and…