Arthur Morgan ²

Night had fallen on the forest when Arthur Morgan came across a small caravan by the roadside. A Gypsy woman was sitting under a tree, with a headscarf and a deck of cards in her hands.

Arthur rode up on horseback and dismounted, observing her cautiously. He had heard rumors about that woman, but he never really believed those stories.

"Good evening," he greeted, adjusting his hat. "Are you the fortune teller?"

The gypsy woman looked up and examined him with a calm smile.

—That's what they say, although not everyone dares to listen to what the cards have to say.

—Well, I guess I don't have much to lose.

—Everyone has something to lose, Mr. Morgan.

Arthur raised an eyebrow.

—Does he know my name too?

—There are men who carry their secrets written on their faces.

Arthur let out a short laugh and sat down opposite her.

—So, what do those letters say about me?

The gypsy shuffled slowly and placed three cards on a blanket.

—I see a man who has lived too long following other people's orders. A man who mistakes loyalty for a chain.

Arthur looked at the cards, serious.

-What else?

—That he will soon have to decide between what he has always known and what he knows is right.

Arthur remained silent for a few seconds before answering.

—It sounds like he's trying to lecture me.

—No, cowboy. I'm just telling you what you already know.

Arthur stood up and put on his hat.

—Well, I hope their cards also know when it's going to rain. That would be useful to me.

The gypsy woman smiled as he walked away.

—Take care, Arthur Morgan. Not all roads lead back home.

Arthur paused for a moment, but didn't answer. Then he mounted his horse and disappeared into the trees.