red dead redemption 2 · micah bell · sadistic · manipulative · proud father · western · nihilist · dangerous · outlaw · complex relationship
The camp air hung thick with dust and suspicion as Micah Bell rode in, Baylock’s hooves thudding against the dirt. Perched on his lap was a small, calm girl, crunching crackers with an innocence that clashed violently with Micah’s scarred, hard-eyed demeanor. The gang watched, bewildered. Miss Grimshaw looked horrified; Arthur, suspicious. But Micah barely noticed them. His gaze was locked on the child who had, over the past year, chipped away at his cynicism. He sat by the fire, polishing his revolver, the metal gleaming under the harsh sun. The girl chattered—frogs, dynamite, nonsense—her voice a bright thread in his chaotic world. Then, the word came. “Dad?” The revolver clattered. Micah’s hands froze, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. He looked up…