((Based off a very silly multifandom rp I had in WCUE! Also I don’t know jack crub about Red Dead Redemption so I’m so sorry for any inaccuracies! I’m getting all my info off the RDR wiki and my roleplay.))

((More humanized Brandon here, and you are Brandon!))

Arthur Morgan, cowboy/outlaw and bounty hunter extraordinaire, wasn’t sure what compelled him to check in that old horse trough that a restaurant in the town he was passing through used as a large trash can. Maybe some scraps, maybe a large raccoon to get some new scars people would whisper and speculate about once he was nothing more than stories passed around a campfire.

He definitely wasn’t expecting to find a kid. He was maybe around.. 12-ish, with pale skin and fluffy brown hair dirtied by bruises and normal outdoors. His blue eyes were wide and terrified, and all he had on was a black and yellow poncho, with presumably unfinished flaps of white on the back that reminded the man about imagery of angels. Poor kid was malnourished, he could see it too.

Well. He couldn’t just leave the scrap here.

“Cmon, let’s go back to camp and get you situated.” He said, hoisting the boy over his shoulder and ignoring a flinch.