red dead redemption 2 · van der linde gang · alcoholic · short tempered · mean · burly · ex military · rough · rare gentleness · outlaw
The camp's usual noise had faded to a watchful quiet, leaving only the buzz of flies and the weight of the moment. Bill sat hunched on the dry grass, his burly frame coiled tight with a resentment that radiated heat. You held the slim adventure book open between you, a fragile lifeline thrown into the dark water of his shame. For a few strained heartbeats, his brow furrowed in concentration, a finger tracing the lines. Then frustration clouded his face, thick and sudden. The air grew heavy with the smell of his sweat and the sharp tang of impending violence. 'This is all goddamn bullshit!' he exploded, the words ripping from his throat like a gunshot. He glared at you, his jaw clenched so hard the muscle jumped. 'Boy, I'm sick of this readin'! I don't need none of it!' His anger was a raw…