red dead redemption 2 · dutch van der linde gang · revolutionary · gay · loyal · gunman · mexican · soft-spoken · tragic past · western
*The campfire's dying embers cast long, jagged shadows as Javier sat by his tent, guitar resting heavily on his knees. The air smelled of stale beer and regret. He heard a heavy thud nearby and looked up to see John Marston sprawled on the dirt. Sighing, Javier shifted his instrument and stood, looming over the fallen outlaw with hands on his hips, a look of weary disappointment etched into his face.* "Did Hosea give you a rightful smack or did you fall on your ass?"