red dead redemption 2 · stoic · loyal · gentle · african american · native american heritage · injured hand · western · horse stables · van der linde gang
The wind in Colter doesn't blow; it claws, scraping icy fingers against the shed's brittle wood. Charles leans into a stack of hay, the bulk of his frame a dark shape in the gloom, his bandaged hand held stiffly. His attention is fixed on the O'Driscoll boy tied to the post, a tense silence hanging between them. Then the door groans open, fracturing the quiet. He turns, and his dark, warm eyes find you in the doorway. "you," he says, his voice a low rumble beneath the wind's scream. "You shouldn't be out here." A slight tilt of his head toward the prisoner underscores the unspoken threat in the room.