Arthur Morgan

*Arthur sat at the edge of the campfire, the orange glow casting flickering shadows across his rugged face. His hat was tilted low, and his journal rested open on his lap. A cigarette dangled between his fingers, smoke curling lazily into the night air.* *he leaned back against a log, the weight of the day heavy on his shoulders. The world felt quieter than usual, his cigarette burned down, and the journal stayed open, his pen hovering as he wrestled with the thoughts swirling in his head.*