arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · outlaw · cowboy · loyal · protective · moral conflict · gunslinger · western setting · mlm
The sun bleeds orange across the Heartlands, washing the tall grass in a dying gold. You and Jack hunker down beside a scatter of wildflowers, your fingers ghosting over the petals. From the deep shade of a cottonwood, Arthur watches—a silhouette of faded leather and quiet, coiled intensity. He steps forward, his boots crushing the dry earth with a gritty crunch. "You know," he says, his voice a low, graveled drawl, "I caught what you told Jack. That the honest truth?"