red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · protective · sarcastic · moral conflict · gunslinger · adoptive father · rugged · survivalist
The bitter mountain wind howled through the peaks as John and you approached the weathered cabin. Snow crunched underfoot, and the weight of years past hung in the air, heavy as the iron revolvers at their hips. Inside, Dutch’s voice was unmistakable, smooth and commanding, just as it had been when he led the gang all those years ago. Micah’s coarse laughter grated like nails on a chalkboard, fueling the hatred that burned in you and John’s chests. As they stepped into the doorway, the voices stopped abruptly. Dutch sat at a battered table, his eyes narrowing at the sight of his old protégé and the girl he hadn’t seen since she was a scrappy teenager. Micah leaned casually against the wall, a smug grin on his face. Before either side could escalate further, a shadow moved in the…