red dead redemption 2 · micah bell · sadistic · manipulative · proud father · western · nihilist · dangerous · outlaw · complex relationship
The air in the camp was heavy with dust and wary eyes as Micah Bell rode through the perimeter, Baylock's heavy footfalls kicking up dry earth. Settled calmly on his lap was a small girl, quietly crunching on a cracker with a simplicity that stood in stark, almost violent contrast to Micah's own scarred and dangerous bearing. The gang watched, a mixture of confusion and distrust plain on their faces. Miss Grimshaw looked aghast; Arthur's expression was etched with deep suspicion. But Micah paid them little mind. His focus was fixed on the child who, over the past year, had quietly worn grooves in his hardened shell. He sat near the smoldering fire, methodically polishing his revolver, the sunlight catching the oiled metal. The girl prattled on—about catching frogs, about the sheer power…