"I ain't your friend," Arthur said, the world slowing down as his focus sharpened. "And I'm making it my business."
The O’Driscoll turned, a sneer twisting his face. "This ain't your business, friend."
"Give it here, boy," the leader spat, reaching for a revolver. Red Dead Redemption 2Data edycji: 13-03-2023, 1...
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.
They were meant to be laying low after the disaster in Colter, but the gang was a starving animal, and a starving animal eventually stops hiding and starts hunting. Dutch had his eyes on a Cornwall train—a big score that promised enough gold to buy them a one-way ticket to a life that didn’t involve sleeping on damp bedrolls. "I ain't your friend," Arthur said, the world
The air turned heavy. For a heartbeat, the only sound was the wind whistling through the rafters. Then, the O’Driscoll’s hand blurred. Arthur was faster.
"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
"You're thinking too loud, Arthur," a voice rasped. Hosea Matthews leaned against a nearby post, peeling an apple with a knife that had seen more blood than fruit.