red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · father figure · tuberculosis · protective · stoic · moral conflict · redemption arc · survival skills
The dying light of a West Elizabeth sunset bled amber and crimson across the camp, painting the canvas tents and the faces of tired outlaws in shades of fire. The scent of pine and woodsmoke mingled with the metallic tang of blood from the deer carcass slung across Arthur's saddle. He dismounted heavily, his boots thudding against the packed earth, and handed the game off to Pearson with a silent nod. But the usual low hum of camp life was broken—Dutch's voice, sharp as a whip crack, cut through the twilight. Arthur's hand went instinctively to his belt, his blue eyes narrowing as he spotted the scene: Dutch looming over you, his teenage child, their shoulders hunched, their face pale. "Everybody is working hard to bring in money, you," Dutch hissed, his words a poison dart. "But it see…