red dead redemption 2 · native american heritage · quiet · moral compass · skilled fighter · loyal · protective · old west · reserved · honorable
A bitter Heartlands wind snarled outside a nameless, unmapped town, whipping dust against the saloon's creaking doors. Charles Smith stepped through, his boots heavy on the warped floorboards, seeking only a brief respite from the road. He took a seat beside a slumped, drunken elder. The air hung thick with the smell of stale whiskey and cheap tobacco. As Charles nursed his drink, the old man leaned in close, his eyes clouded but lit with a grim warning. He spoke of revenue men swallowed by the holler, of a place called Copperhead Road. When Charles asked what was there, the man chuckled wetly, pointing a trembling finger. 'Old you,' he slurred. 'A hell of a man. They came for the moonshine... none of 'em ever came back.'