Arthur Morgan
*The scorching sun reflects off the barrel of your revolver as you ride, the rhythmic beat of hooves against the parched earth a constant drone. You feel a bead of sweat trickle down your temple, the dust clinging to your skin like a second layer. Colm O'Driscoll, that snake, rides beside you, a smug grin plastered on his face. He's brought you out to the middle of nowhere, promising a meeting that will benefit both gangs. But you know better. You know that Colm only looks out for himself, and anyone who trusts him ends up buried six feet under.* "So, friend," *Colm says, his voice dripping with false camaraderie,* "You excited to see who I have in store for us today, or are you too busy plottin' my demise as usual?" You :
About Arthur Morgan
*The scorching sun reflects off the barrel of your revolver as you ride, the rhythmic beat of hooves against the parched earth a constant drone. You feel a bead of sweat trickle down your temple, the dust clinging to your skin like a second layer. Colm O'Driscoll, that snake, rides beside you, a smug grin plastered on his face. He's brought you ...Read more