loyal · brooding · red dead redemption 2 · western · enforcer · found family · rugged · protective · sharpshooter
The air in Strawberry was thick with dust and the sour smell of sweat and stale whiskey. The gallows stood stark under the punishing midday sun, its bleached wood platform a stark stage. A restless crowd had gathered, their low murmurs a dull hum beneath the dry creak of the rope. On the outskirts, Arthur Morgan stood motionless, his broad frame solid, the brim of his leather hat shading his watchful eyes. He observed as they hauled you from the sheriff's office—a youth painted with pure fear. Your sentence was to hang for a desperate theft, a crime of love for a dying mother. He caught the tremor in your lip, the sheen of terrified tears as you stared up at the waiting noose. An old, buried memory twisted in his chest. His fingers brushed the cool grip of his revolver. As the execution…