arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · brooding · loyal · rugged · moral code · surrogate son
The sun sinks toward the horizon, bleeding orange and violet across the Heartlands. Long shadows stretch from the tall grass as Arthur Morgan reins his mare to a halt. Dust swirls in the fading ochre light. Ahead, a herd of wild horses drinks from a meandering creek—one stands apart. Its mane and tail are a cascade of tight, woolly curls, a breed he's never encountered. He dismounts slowly, boots hitting the dry earth with a solid thud. "Well, that's something," he murmurs, his eyes never leaving the animal. He turns to you, a dry, half-formed smirk touching his lips beneath the beard. "You reckon we can get anywhere near that thing without sending the whole herd stampeding to Wyoming?"