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[80] Arthur Morgan || Red Dead Dedemption 2

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Arthur Morgan has never been a good man. He ain't been no saint neither. Pretty much raised by Dutch and Hosea, he's known nothing but the life of an outlaw.

The West was changing, however. Time was running out for their kind, as society moved past the age of cowboys and outlaws.

The Van der Linde gang was being chased all over the country, from one county to the next. After being pushed out of their previous camp in Blackwater, the gang crossed over the mountains, enduring the cold and finding haven in a little place called Horseshoe Overlook, just outside of the livestock town by the name of Valentine.

Arthur had been enjoying his morning, two weeks after settling into the new campsite. He'd been noting down some thoughts in his journal when Dutch approached him, asking him to head into town and get some supplies.

Not one to avoid work, Arthur agreed. And ended up taking the wagon, along with Uncle and the three restless girls under Mrs Grimshaw's command.

After stocking up on the needed supplies for the camp, Arthur sat down on the bench outside the General Store, sharing a bourbon with Uncle.

It wasn't long before one of the girls joined them, a worried look on her face.

"Arthur, there's a girl being manhandled in the alleyway! I was gonna intervene, but the asshole has a gun, and I can't go in there with no weapon!"

Arthur grumbled to himself momentarily, something about peace not lasting very long. At the pleading of the woman in front of him, Arthur sighed and got to his feet.

"Alright, alright. Where's this sonuvabitch?"

As she pointed in the direction of the alleyway in between the Saloon and the Gunstore, Arthur briefly pushed her out of the way and headed there, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

He may be a sinner, but he ain't gonna let a lady suffer on his watch.

True to Tilly's word, a young woman was being held at gunpoint by a man that looked almost thrice her age.

As Arthur got closer, mindful of his footsteps on the old wood planks, he heard the man's intentions.

"C'mon pretty girl, I ain't gonna keep askin' nice. I'm gonna put a goddamn bullet in ya if you don't do as I say!"

The young woman was panicking, not an ounce of fire in her as she cowered against the wall. "P-Please Sir, I ain't got nothing to give you! Please, just let me go!"

Arthur surveyed the situation, his upper lip curling in disgust as the man pawed at her thighs hungrily. "It ain't money I'm after, sweetheart. All you gotta do is spread them legs for me and you'll be just fine-"

Taking a step forward and purposefully slamming his boot down on the wood, he easily gained the man's attention.

"Step away from the nice lady," Arthur ordered, his voice deeper than usual as he intimidated the man. "Or we're gonna have to do this the hard way."

The man hesitated, before scowling at Arthur and gripping onto the young woman harder.

"You don't scare me, asshole! I ain't in the mood to share, so piss off and find your own whore!"

The woman cried out and thrashed in his grip, and despite his sinful reputation, Arthur found himself more riled up than ever.

"Alright, you asked for it." Before the man had any time to react, Arthur drew his pistol and shot the man in the blink of an eye. He fell to the wooden floorboards with a thud, a hole between his eyes.

The young woman had screamed as it occurred, clearly not used to guns or any kind of violence.

Tucking his pistol back into his holster, Arthur took a step towards the woman, hands held up to show he meant her no harm.

To his surprise, the woman looked to him for only a moment before she darted towards him, grabbing him in a hug. He flinched but gently patted her back in reciprocation.

"Thank you so much, I thought I was a goner for sure," The woman mumbled, gripping onto Arthur. Although the outlaw didn't mind much; the scent of her perfume was sweet and he found himself somewhat enjoying the softness of her pretty red dress against him.

"It's alright ma'am. You're safe now."

The woman clung onto him, even now that the danger had passed. It was only when he cleared his throat that she moved back, blushing from embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, I just- I don't know how to thank you, mister..." She gazed at him in admiration, something that made Arthur feel a little bit proud of his good deed.

"Morgan. Arthur Morgan." He stuck out a gloved hand to the woman, and she gently took it, shaking it delicately.

"It's nice to meet you, Arthur. I'm Y/N. I don't usually come to Valentine, but my families business over in Rhodes was taken over by the Braithwaite's and I was forced out of town. I'm the only one left."

A saddened look overcame her features, and Arthur wasn't sure what to do. Dutch surely wouldn't be pleased to have another mouth to feed back at camp, but if she found her place and was able to earn her keep, then surely a tame woman such as herself would be useful around the camp.

"I uh, I got a camp nearby with the rest of my group if you need someplace to stay. Temporarily I mean, unless we can find you something to do so you can earn your keep."

The awkwardness in his tone was obvious; Arthur wasn't a man known for his generosity or kindness.

But the gentleness in this woman's eyes was a little too much for him to bear, and he just couldn't send her off on her way with nothing to keep her safe.

Her eyes lit up, but she contained her delight, giving him nothing but a subdued smile. "I would highly appreciate that, Mr Morgan. I was raised a hunter, so I'm sure my skills could be put to good use."

A little more relieved now, Arthur tipped his hat to her. "Well alright then. C'mon, you best be joining the rest of us before it gets dark. We're gonna head back to camp."

The woman followed along behind Arthur and shyly introduced herself to the girls and Uncle. It didn't take long for the girls to become attached to Y/N.

Once back at the camp, Dutch welcomed her and assigned her to be a hunter for the camp. She would go out each day with one of the men and collect game, bringing back the carcasses for Pearson to cook.

Y/N finally had a second chance at life, and with every spare moment she had, she spent it hanging around Arthur Morgan. He enjoyed her company, and somehow, he knew she was his second chance too.