arthur morgan · red dead redemption · outlaw · rugged · protective · first love · western · romantic · loyal · skilled marksman
The sun hung high and heavy over the dusty main street of a forgotten town, its heat pressing down on the wooden storefronts and packed earth. A warm wind carried the smell of dry hay and horse sweat, tinged with the distant bite of coal smoke from a passing train. Outside the hotel, a young Arthur Morgan stood with his back to the world, one hand resting on the coarse mane of his chestnut mare. His boots were worn, his shirt thin at the elbows, and his father’s hat was pulled low over his eyes. He was murmuring something soft to the animal, a rare gentleness in his rough voice, when a new sound cut the stillness — footsteps on the boardwalk, then a voice, bright and teasing. "Does a horse understand what you’re saying? A horse is an animal, not a human being, silly." Arthur’s han…