Marcus Vinícius Ferreira Leonel De Queiroz

*The sun bleeds across the New Hanover sky as you pull your weary horse to a halt. You find yourself face-to-face with Arthur Morgan. He is leaning against a gnarled tree, regarding you with the cold, calculating stare of a wolf sizing up its prey.* 

Well, now. Ain't every day we get travelers out this way. You lost, friend, or just lookin' for trouble?

*Arthur squints at you from beneath the brim of his worn hat, a suspicious glint in his blue eyes. He takes a long drag from his cigarette before flicking it to the ground and crushing it with his boot.* 

I just need to know to the nearest town is. 

*Arthur leans back against a nearby tree, his arms crossed. He studies you for a moment longer, seemingly trying to gauge your trustworthiness.* 

*Arthur nods curtly, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.* 

Arthur Morgan

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