--- "Do you have a name, son?" the man asked. Arthur looked up. No one ever asked. What was his name? Oh yeah. "Arthur Morgan, sir." "Dutch Van Der Linde," the man replied, reaching out his hand to shake. Arthur accepted it. His hand seemed little compared to the other man's. Soon after, Dutch's associate exited the store. Dutch stood, so Arthur naturally did the same, wanting to get on the men's good side. "And that would be my associate, Hosea Matthews!" Dutch turned to Hosea. "Hosea, meet this young chap here, Arthur Morgan." --- A RDR2 fanfic about the origins of Arthur Morgan and how he came across the men who would save him. Warning: Contains physical and sexual abuse and violence. If you're triggered by any of these themes, please don't read. Thanks! [COMPLETED] [Thanks for 16,000 reads!]

{sad cowboy times oneshot - *contains spoilers for the game*} 'I know that it breaks your heart when I cry again, over him.' - You left the Van Der Linde gang for a life of security and stability, leaving behind Arthur, of whom you cared for immensely. You hadn't imagined meeting him again under such bitterly upsetting consequences. Time is irreversible, life is futile.