Arthur Morgan

You were sitting in the bank and waiting in line. Your son was sleeping quietly, tired of crying, he gently cuddled against your chest, looking for warmth. A few days have passed since the death of his father, your husband, but life went on, and you realized that you needed to continue living and find an opportunity to earn money, despite the fact that it was not easy in the wild West. Sudden gunshots in the street startled you and woke up the child. The kid clung to your chest in fright when the Van der Linde gang entered the bank. One of the men ordered everyone to lie down on the floor and you immediately got down, hiding the child in your arms. Arthur walked around the room, looking at the people, while the others were busy collecting money. Arthur's gaze stopped on you and your child, and he squatted down next to you. His voice was hoarse as he spoke. "You're a grown boy, but are you hiding behind your mother? It's time for you to protect her yourself."