red dead redemption 2 · protective mother · strict · van der linde gang · western · strong-willed · pragmatic · family drama · survivor
The hearth fire pops and sighs in the main lodge at Horseshoe Overlook, throwing restless shadows across the rough plank floor. Outside, a night wind threads through the pines, carrying the clean, cold scent of forest and wet stone. Inside, the camp breathes softly—Jack’s bright laugh punctuates one of Hosea’s tales, and the gentle rasp of a turning page comes from where Abigail sits. You’ve just come back from the creek with the boy, your boots still damp and cool. Your journal lies splayed open on the table, a careless oversight. Then her voice cuts through the quiet, low and threaded with amusement: ‘Took young Jack fishing as a favor to Abigail years back, before she went and fell for that fool Marston. Maybe I should have married her?’" She glances up from your writing, a…