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    The sun was beating down hot over his throat and cheek when Arthur next woke to the land of the living, which he announced by flailing and trying to sit up. A hand shoved him back down onto the bed of dirty straw and clothes Arthur had been lying on, and a vaguely familiar face peered at him overhead. It was the newcomer, Sadie. Her blonde hair had been hacked short, and the grief and disorientation on her face had hardened into grimness.

    “You up,” Sadie said. She had a hoarse snarl of a voice, a wounded animal forever wounded.

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    John should’ve left already.

    He willed himself to go. Get up, get moving. Would be so easy to gather his feet under him. Hell, there was a horse grazing in eyeshot, one of many they’d shot the Pinkerton off the back of. No Old Boy, but still. He could ride down to Copperhead Landing, no fuss. Gather Abigail, Jack, get the hell out of New Hanover.

    He couldn’t leave Arthur. The thought settled in his stomach like a weight, tethering him to the ground below him.

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    John forces Arthur to keep on living. Even acts of love come with consequences.

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    28 Jun 2020

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    Arthur Morgan followed his own advice and left the gang when he had a child (the canonical Eliza and Isaac), taking up as a bounty hunter. Along the way he picked up a young John Marston, who thus never runs with Dutch. Despite leaving, Arthur never truly left his connections behind him, and when Dutch asked for help, he always answered. In 1899, during the event of the game, this arrangement might eventually force Arthur to choose to whom he truly owes his loyalty.

    John sneered. "You think I'd protect Dutch Van der Linde? Believe me, if I knew where he was, I'd tell you. Hell, I'd go get him myself. He's worth 10 large right now."

    Milton sneered right back. "I am not a fool, Mister Marston, kindly do not treat me as one. You would do nothing without Arthur Morgan's say-so, and that will be what puts you on the gallows right beside him."

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    Arthur thinks of Hosea saying that the pencil should be guided by love; that looking at a thing is not the same as seeing a thing, and that this is the difference between a hack job and a man with any real modicum of talent. Arthur thinks about how inextricably his loyalty, faith and love are all tangled up together inside his heart, and he draws John’s portrait up in the tree as faithfully as he can, faithful enough even to remember the bits of twigs stuck fast in his wild black mop of dirty hair.

    This is the first time Arthur thinks that he loves John.

     
    [a canon-compliant prequel Morston tragedy, in 8 parts]

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    Arthur Morgan is living in Mexico when he catches word of John Marston. He goes on a journey to find his lost brother. In doing so, he just might bring himself back to life.

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