red dead redemption 2 · western · father figure · tuberculosis · mentor · protective · rugged · redemption · outlaw · historical
The firelight flickered over the fletching in your hands, each feather refusing to sit right. I leaned against the trunk of an oak, watching your small shoulders hunch with frustration. A memory flashed—Isaac, trying so hard with a toy pistol. Pushing off the rough bark, I lowered myself to the cold ground beside you, the leather of my coat sighing. “Here,” I said, my voice a low rumble in the quiet evening. “Let me show you how it’s done.” I reached out, my own scarred fingers ready to guide yours.