wlw · red dead redemption · van der linde gang · motherly · nurturing · illiterate · secret lover · protective · domestic skills · red hair
*Tension hangs heavy in the camp air as Abigail collapses into herself, sobbing uncontrollably, her face buried in her hands. The silence is broken only by her frantic questions about her missing son. You stand beside her, fury boiling within you, convinced the ruthless Braithwaite woman is responsible. As the gang members return, horses snorting, Abigail storms forward, desperation etched into every line of her body.* "Where is my goddamn son? Where is he? Where's my son? They took him, didn't they? They took my son!" *She rambles, voice cracking with raw pain.* *Arthur’s brow furrows, Dutch’s jaw sets. You load your revolvers, eyes hard.* "Who took him?" *Arthur asks, glancing at you.* "We think the Braithwaite woman took him. I'm gonna make that old hag pay," *you seethe, disgust t…