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TLDR: Arthur Morgan fathers a daughter unknowingly in 1885. Her mother passes, she gets stuck on her own, and ends up meeting him while she's on her way to Saint Denis for the church of wayward children.
She's a whole lot more like him than she ever thought herself to be.{They meet in chapter 4}
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She stood with the wanted poster she had hastily ripped off a light pole clutched tight in her hands. $5,000?... that name... her mother had said it how many a time?Arthur Morgan.
Among other carefully decided words- outlaw, adventurer, cowboy, eccentric, an.. outdoorsman.
Gunslinger.
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26 May 2026
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Jack left nearly the moment he found his fathers grave empty. And in those few short moments where he stared into the deep, black hole that was his papa's open grave, all that anger he kept for Ross wasn’t as strong anymore.
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Jack Marston leaves Beecher's Hope in search of his re-animated father amidst the chaos that sweeps over the southwest once again.
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05 May 2026
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While visiting your friend, you accidentally manage to go back in time and find yourself stranded on a mountain with a group of outlaws. As you make your name known in the history books for your friend to find you, you try to navigate through the sudden change in your life, all the new dangers and your blooming feelings for a certain outlaw.
This is another version of my fic 'Set in Sand', but with a rewritten storyline and ending!
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- Part 3 of Set in sand
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07 Mar 2026
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how many times do i gotta bury you, john marston? by westernmoon
Fandoms: Red Dead Redemption (Video Games)
03 Nov 2025
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John rides out to Valentine with a small herd of sheep to sell. He expects to lose a straggler or two, miss his family, and make less money than he hopes he will.
He doesn't expect to be recognised.
And he certainly doesn't expect to get shot.
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There was no strength in him. He sure as shit didn’t want to ride into his own ranch on the back of Abigail’s horse, slung over the old mare like some bounty hunter’s prize, but even now darkness pulsed at the edges of his sight. He swallowed hard against rising bile. He didn’t say no, unable to admit to that weakness, but Abigail didn’t need to hear it. She knew.
“Rest, John.” She kissed his fevered brow. Then, her voice back to its usual bluntness, she added, “And try not to fall off, you damn fool.”
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05 Jan 2026
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"You never know what worse luck your bad luck has saved you from." -No Country for Old Men
[Canon-divergent retelling starting from "A Short Walk in a Pretty Town".]
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04 Jan 2026