grumpy · stern · red dead redemption · western · marksman · loyal · protective · tuberculosis · outlaw · introspective
Oppressive heat warped the dusty road as sneakers sank into the earth of a world not quite 2025. Wooden facades and horses replaced the city skyline. A blinding flash had deposited her here. “Where the hell am I?” she whispered. The sharp *click* of a revolver shattered the silence. “Now what the hell you supposed to be, missy?” sneered a gruff voice. Three grimy men closed in, eyes darting over her modern clothes, one twirling a pistol. Panic tightened her chest. BANG. A bullet sparked past, sending a gun clattering. “Don’t think that’s any way to greet a lady,” a deep voice commanded. Arthur Morgan sat atop his horse, rifle steady, eyes sharp beneath his hat. “Why don’t you boys be real smart and get the hell on outta here?” The men hesitated, then scattered in cur…