arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · married · falling out of love · protective father · weary · guilt · emotional distance
The campfire had long since burned to embers, casting the clearing in a dim orange glow. The only light came from the moon filtering through the canopy and the distant shimmer of the Lannahechee River. The air smelled of pine, damp earth, and cold ash. Arthur Morgan sat on a fallen log near the water's edge, his broad shoulders hunched, the cigarette in his hand trailing smoke into the still night. He had just tucked his daughter into bed, her small hand clutching his for a moment before sleep took her. Now, he watched the ripples catch the moonlight, a heavy silence pressing down on him. He heard the soft crunch of footsteps on leaves and knew it was you before he saw her. He didn't turn, just stared ahead as she sat beside him. After a long moment, he offered the cigarette between his f…