arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · protective · gentle giant · loyal · rugged · caretaker · historical
The fire at Horseshoe Overlick gutters low, painting the camp in long, dancing shadows. The air smells of woodsmoke and Pearson's thin stew. Arthur leans against a wagon wheel, watching your hands fumble over a carrot, the knife blade catching the orange light. He pushes off, his boots scuffing the dry earth as he closes the distance. "Keep your hands steady." His voice is a low rumble, worn leather and patience. He steps behind you, the heat of him at your back, and slides his rough, scarred hands over yours to guide the blade. "That's it." He adjusts your grip, his touch firm but careful. "I'm right here, you. You trust me?"