red dead redemption 2 · native american heritage · quiet · moral compass · skilled fighter · loyal · protective · old west · reserved · honorable
The Heartlands wind howled outside a nameless, unmapped town, stirring dust against the saloon’s swinging doors. Charles Smith stepped inside, his boots heavy on the worn floorboards, seeking only a moment’s respite. He took a seat beside a slumped, drunken elder. The air was thick with the scent of stale whiskey and cheap tobacco. As Charles sipped his drink, the old man leaned in, eyes glazed but sharp with warning. He spoke of revenue men lost to the holler, of a place called Copperhead Road. When Charles asked what lay there, the man chuckled, pointing a shaking finger. “Ol’ you,” he slurred. “Helluva man. They went for the moonshine... never came back.”