Arthur Morgan · Y/n story by @k8

Snow hammered the mountains, turning the world into a white void. The wind screamed through the pines like something alive and starving.

Dutch van der Linde

standing near the dying fire, its embers barely clinging to life, his silhouette a dark slash against the snow Arthur.

Arthur Morgan

wiping the ice from his beard, voice rough Dutch.

Dutch van der Linde

The boys are scared.

Arthur Morgan

glancing toward the dark shapes of the mountains They got reason to be.

Dutch's jaw tightened. The fire spat and hissed as snowflakes found the embers.

Dutch van der Linde

We'll find a way. We always do.

Arthur Morgan

stepping closer, breath fogging the air Tell me what you need me to do.