
The Return of Arthur Morgan
By Kevin1230san Stewart

07 Sep, 2023

There he was, Arthur Morgan, standing in the middle of his ranch. He looked exactly as John remembered him - the same rugged face, the same piercing eyes.

John's heart pounded in his chest as he lowered his gun. He couldn't believe his eyes. This was impossible. Arthur was dead.

But there he was, staring back at him in the moonlight, his eyes reflecting a familiar defiance. John felt a chill run down his spine.

"Arthur?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper. The man nodded, his expression unreadable.

As John approached, he noticed Arthur’s eyes, once full of life, were now tired and worn down. His presence felt eerie, like something out of a dream.

"Are you real?" John asked, his voice full of disbelief. Arthur chuckled, a familiar sound that brought back a rush of memories.

"As real as the grave," Arthur responded, his voice gravelly and low. John's mind reeled. This was truly Arthur, yet it couldn't be.

As the two men stood there, the memory of their past adventures crept into John's mind. He remembered the countless robberies, shootouts, and escapes they had survived together.

Against his better judgement, John invited him into his home, still unsure if this was reality, a nightmare, or a twisted hallucination.

As Arthur started talking about his journey back from the afterlife, John couldn't help but wonder what had brought him back. Was it revenge? Or unfinished business?

Arthur said he didn’t know why he was back; all he knew was that he woke up in a grave and found his way back to John. The story was chilling, to say the least.

Over the next few days, Arthur stayed at John's ranch. The two rekindled their friendship, sharing stories over whiskey and resuming their old camaraderie.

John even taught Arthur to farm, something he'd never thought he'd see. It was a strange sight, seeing the infamous outlaw tending to crops.

But, despite the joy of their reunion, a sense of foreboding hung in the air. How long before the world discovered Arthur was back from the dead?

One afternoon, while out hunting, they were ambushed by a group of bandits. Recognizing Arthur, the bandits demanded to know how he was alive.

A shootout ensued. Bullets whizzed past them, but the pair was quick and accurate. It was just like old times, only this time, they were fighting for their lives.

After the dust settled, John looked at Arthur. Despite the blood and dirt, he could see a trace of the man he used to know. A man who smiled in the face of danger.

News of the shootout quickly spread. John knew it was only a matter of time before the law came looking for them. He had to make a plan.

John decided they needed to fake Arthur's death, again. It was a difficult decision, but necessary for their survival. Arthur agreed with John's plan.

As they prepared for the task, the weight of their decision weighed heavily on them. They spent the night reminiscing about the past and the future that would never be.

The next morning, they staged an elaborate scene involving a fake shootout and a body resembling Arthur. John felt a lump in his throat as he watched his friend 'die' again.

The plan worked. The lawmen believed the dead Arthur was the real one, and they left him and John in peace. It was a somber victory.

Days later, John found himself staring at the empty chair where his friend used to sit. He missed Arthur's banters and his gruff laughs, his presence.

As he walked around his ranch, he felt a strange sense of peace. It was as if Arthur's spirit was still there, watching over him. He smiled. Arthur was at peace.

John knew he would always cherish the memory of his resurrected friend. Arthur Morgan, the man who came back from the dead, was now truly at peace.

As a week passed, John's sorrow began to ease. The memories of Arthur, both real and ethereal, brought comfort rather than pain. They had been granted a second chance to say a proper goodbye.

One night, as John was retiring to bed, he heard a knock at the door. With apprehension, he reached for his gun and cautiously opened the door.

As he opened the door, he found a letter on the ground signed by Arthur. A warmth filled his heart. He picked it up, slowly unfolding the worn-out paper, and started reading.

Arthur had written about his journey back from the dead. He thanked John for his friendship and his acceptance, despite the strange circumstances. He spoke of life, death, and second chances.

Most importantly, Arthur reminded John of their adventures and how, despite all odds, they had survived. He urged John to cherish his life, to live it without fear, just as they did back then.

As John finished reading, he felt a tear roll down his cheek. He missed Arthur, but there was a strange comfort in knowing that his friend was finally at peace. He folded the letter and tucked it away.

Over time, John continued his life at Beecher’s Hope. His everyday life was filled with mundane farm tasks and caring for his family. Yet, he always carried Arthur's letter, a reminder of a life lived fiercely.

Arthur's presence was still felt on the ranch- in the wind that rustled the trees, in the morning sun that kissed the earth, and in John's heart, where he was always remembered.

So, life moved on at Beecher's Hope. John Marston, The former outlaw, now a simple farmer, continued his quiet existence. The memory of Arthur Morgan, his friend, and brother remained with him, a comforting presence.

John didn't know why Arthur came back, and he no longer sought answers. All he knew was that Arthur wanted him to live and to remember. And that's what John intended to do.

Every night, he would sit on his porch, sip his beer, and look up at the stars. He would remember Arthur, the man who came back from the dead, and smile. Life was different now, but it was still beautiful.

His journey with Arthur had taught him about survival, friendship, and the importance of living. And every time he felt down, he would read Arthur's letter, finding strength in his friend's words.

As weeks turned into months, John found himself reading Arthur's letter time and again. It was like a lighthouse in his life, guiding him through stormy nights and uncertain days.

He would sometimes laugh at Arthur's memories and occasionally shed a tear not out of grief, but out of love and respect for a man who had shown him the importance of living.

He knew that Arthur would always be a part of him, his influence stronger than the passage of time or the distance of death. He was more than just a friend, he was a part of John's soul.

And so, John went on with his life. He worked on his ranch, took care of his family, and every night, he'd look up at the stars and remember his friend.

Over time, the rumors about Arthur's miraculous return and subsequent death began to fade. It seemed as though the world had moved on, just as John had.

Life continued in this manner at Beecher's Hope. John's daily routine was filled with farming tasks, family care, and quiet moments of reminiscence. He always carried the letter from Arthur, which served as a vivid reminder of their past and a compass guiding his future.

Yet, life was not without its surprises. One day, John found traces of a campfire near the edge of his property. As he approached, he noticed footprints leading off into the woods. This sparked a sense of curiosity and caution in him.

Fuelled by curiosity, John decided to follow the footprints. His heart pounded as he treaded through the dense forest, his senses alert. He was a seasoned tracker, and this was something he hadn't seen in a while.

As he emerged from the woods, he was met with a sight he wasn't quite expecting. Unnoticed, he watched from a distance, transfixed by the sight in front of him.

A group of strangers was gathered around a campfire, their faces illuminated by the warm glow. The sight was uncanny; it brought old memories rushing back to John.

Suddenly, one of the figures caught his eye. The man's silhouette looked eerily familiar, a ghost from his past. It was a sight he was afraid yet hopeful to see.

As the figure turned around, John's heart skipped a beat. He looked exactly like Arthur, but he knew it couldn't be him. He had buried Arthur with his own hands.

John decided to approach them, his hand gripping the gun tightly. He emerged from the shadows, his figure looming in the campfire's light.

As he revealed himself, the strangers fell quiet. They looked at John with a mix of surprise and wariness. "Who are you?" the one who looked like Arthur asked.

"Name's John Marston," he replied, not taking his eyes off the Arthur look-alike. The man's gaze met his, a strange feeling of recognition passing between them.

"I go by Morgan," the man finally said, breaking the silence. John's heart pounded in his chest. This was all too surreal, another impossible moment.

"You bear resemblance to a man I knew," John confessed, his voice soft. The stranger's eyes softened, a flicker of understanding crossing his face.

Over the course of the night, John learned that Morgan was Arthur's son. He had left his hometown to discover more about his estranged father and his past life.

Morgan's quest had led him to Beecher's Hope, following the trails of the legendary outlaw Arthur Morgan. Little did he know his journey would connect him with a past he never knew.

John found himself drawn to Morgan. He saw sparks of Arthur in him. He realized he had a chance to keep a part of Arthur alive through his son.

As dawn approached, John invited Morgan to stay at his ranch. Morgan, in search of his father’s roots, agreed. An unusual yet comforting bond was forming between them.

Days turned into weeks, and Morgan became a part of Beecher's Hope. John found himself teaching Morgan the things he had once taught Arthur, a deja vu of a life once lived.

Life had once again taken an unexpected turn for John. With Arthur's son by his side, he felt as if he was reliving the past, but this time with a promise of a better future.