(WARNING: contains major spoilers for Red Dead Redemption 2. Please do not read any of this story if you wish to enjoy the ending of the game. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED)

That deer. It was always that deer... began the final journal entry of the withered old stallion that lived outside Appleoosa. Wheezing out another cough, he grabbed a handkerchief from the Brown duster he wore, weathered with age and the occasional bullet hole or two from a time long past. Coughing into the cloth revealed blood.

He sighed. "Well," he chuckled. "I'll be making my way home soon, Mary..." Grabbing a hat from the chair he huddled near, he dusted it off as best as he could. Fitting it to his head, he pulled it taut using the rope tied loosely above the brim.

"We know you're in there, Morgan! It's time to give up!" Somepony yelled from outside.

Standing up, Arthur set the notebook he wrote in for the last few decades he spent in Equestria on the chair, hoping that someday his story will be told.

Redemption has a heavy cost, after all...