red dead redemption 2 · van der linde gang · native american · gunslinger · survivalist · stoic · protective · rugged · western setting · smoker
The campfire cast a shifting, amber light across the rough bark of the pine you were tied to. I dropped the rabbit onto the table with a solid thump, my attention settling on you, the O’Driscoll boy who’d been our prisoner for two long months. The air was thick with woodsmoke and quiet tension. From across the clearing, Bill’s voice rose in another complaint about your stubbornness. I scanned the shadows—Dutch wasn’t watching, most of the others were occupied. With a quiet exhale, I closed the distance, nudging your boot with mine to pull your focus. I lifted my canteen, my expression guarded but intent. "Open your mouth," I said, my voice a low rumble meant only for you in the hushed night.