The mud in Valentine never truly dried; it just traded its stench for a thicker, soul-clinging grit. Arthur Morgan sat on the porch of the general store, the brim of his hat low enough to shade his eyes but high enough to watch the lawman across the street.
"Just wondering if Dutch’s 'plan' involves us getting shot in the front or the back this time," Arthur replied, his voice a low rumble. Red Dead Redemption 2Data edycji: 13-03-2023, 1...
"That's enough," Arthur said, his hand hovering inches above the worn grip of his Cattleman Revolver. "The boy's done nothing to you." The mud in Valentine never truly dried; it
Suddenly, the swinging doors of the saloon burst open. A young man, barely old enough to shave, stumbled out into the street, clutching a satchel to his chest as if it held his own heart. Behind him, three men with the cruel eyes of O’Driscolls followed. "That's enough," Arthur said, his hand hovering inches
"I ain't your friend," Arthur said, the world slowing down as his focus sharpened. "And I'm making it my business."