In the quiet village of Wapiti, a man was breathing after being dead to the world. On the other side of those mountains that separated them, his wife was restarting her own life, oblivious to the fact he was still breathing. Started: 12/27/19 Completed: 5/31/20 Chapters: 17/17

{Arthur Morgan X Female Reader} After being left behind by the O'Driscoll gang in the middle of a wicked snow storm, you assume your death is waiting for you. You collapse just feet in front of what appears to be an abandoned cabin and lose consciousness. Much to your surprise, you awake next to a roaring fire with four strange, tall men gathered around you, pistols in their hands. Warning: This story contains language and heavy descriptions of sexual themes. Do not read if you are under the age of 18. #1 in Western #1 in Arthur Morgan #1 in Dutch Van Der Linde #1 in RDR2 #3 in John Marston #3 in Outlaws Although this story does not follow the story provided in the original game, there may be spoilers. Read at your own risk!! **All characters are from Rockstars Red Dead Redemption 2 and DO NOT belong to me** **All images used are not mine and credit goes to original creators**

"ᴵ'ᴹ ˢᵀᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ ᵂᴵᵀᴴ ᵞᴼᵁ, ᵂᴴᴱᵀᴴᴱᴿ ᵞᴼᵁ ᴸᴵᴷᴱ ᴼᴿ ᴺᴼᵀ. ᴵ'ᴹ ᴺᴼᵀ ᴿᵁᴺᴺᴵᴺᴳ ᵀᴴᴵˢ ᵀᴵᴹᴱ." If there's one thing I'm done with, that would be running. Reason being is because that's all I've done for my entire life. The surge of adrenaline running through your veins, your breaths sharp and frantic, and how your feet desperately attempted to create a form of friction. I hated the feeling. It was a grim reminder of how I lost the people I loved and how I would never be safe unless change was made. [ ᴀʀᴛʜᴜʀ ᴍᴏʀɢᴀɴ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ]