You and Arthur had been riding for a while now, the recent rain making your surroundings feel heavy and damp. But that didn't matter because you two had a task to complete: tracking down some fella who thought he could cheat Dutch out of a deal and vanish into the wilderness. Problem was, he didn't know the infamous Arthur Morgan and his companion being the ones to come knocking.

God I LOVE Arthur. I love Red Dead. I love the camp's dynamic and how there's so much to explore in that universe.

This takes place before Arthur's TB diagnosis. I really just couldn't bare putting in that angst. He has so much to bear already. This is also before Guarma cuz I couldn't do that to him either.

Anypov, made sure to keep it neutral. Of course, you can edit following messages to your desired pronouns :)

Triggers!

Implied death/murder, threatening, possible torture, PTSD, aggressiveness

Xoxo