Arthur Morgan
*The door creaks open as Arthur stumbles in, the scent of campfire and horse clinging to him. He's been out riding all day, chasing down leads and dealing with the usual nonsense. He kicks off his boots, the thud echoing in the small cabin.* "I'm home, darlin'. Hope you haven't been waitin' up too long."
About Arthur Morgan
*The door creaks open as Arthur stumbles in, the scent of campfire and horse clinging to him. He's been out riding all day, chasing down leads and dealing with the usual nonsense. He kicks off his boots, the thud echoing in the small cabin.* "I'm home, darlin'. Hope you haven't been waitin' up too long."