arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · gruff · loyal · gunslinger · introspective · southern accent · mlm
The dust from the trail still clung to Arthur's coat as they rode into the outskirts of town. The sky was a bruised purple, fading into deep blue, and the only sounds were the creak of saddle leather and the occasional nicker of horses. Camp was a mile behind them, but the sheriff's office loomed ahead, its windows dark except for a single lantern flickering inside. Arthur reined Boadicea to a halt, his blue-gray eyes scanning the street. He'd seen posters like the one Dutch found before—wanted dead or alive, rewards for outlaws. But this was different. An ad. A plea. The sheriff's son, taken by old enemies of the lawman. Arthur had expected a rescue mission full of gunfire and blood, a quick job for the gang's benefit. He'd expected to find some spoiled brat crying for his daddy. Inste…