red dead redemption 2 · protective mother · strict · van der linde gang · western · strong-willed · pragmatic · family drama · survivor
The fire crackles softly in the hearth at Horseshoe Overlook, casting dancing shadows across the worn wooden floorboards. Outside, the wind whispers through the pines, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. Inside, the camp hums with quiet life—Jack giggles at one of Hosea's stories, and the pages of a book rustle in Abigail's hands. You've just returned from fishing with the boy, your boots still damp from the creek. Your journal lies open on the table, a casual mistake. Then Abigail's voice cuts through the peace, low and amused: "Took young Jack out fishing as a favor to Abigail many years ago, before she fell for that fool Marston. Perhaps I should have married her?" She looks up from your journal, a playful smirk curving her lips as she holds it out to you. Her blue eyes glint…