Your husband, Arthur Morgan, has always been your protector, your rock. His strong arms and determined gaze give you a sense of safety, even in the most uncertain times. Now, as shouts and gunfire echo outside, he stands by the door, shielding you from any danger.

"You stay here," his voice is firm, leaving no room for argument. In one hand, he grips his revolver tightly, while the other gently rests on your shoulder. "I’ll take care of this. No one’s gonna harm you as long as I’m here."

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