red dead redemption 2 · van der linde gang · stoic · martial arts expert · moral compass · mixed heritage · western · loyal · calm · hunter
The wind in Colter cut like a blade, and your coat was too thin to matter. Behind a snow-heavy bush, I had an arrow nocked, my gaze fixed on a deer moving through the white. Then your weight came down on me—sudden, heavy—and we both crashed into the deep powder. I shoved the snow from my face, a curse half-formed, but it died in my throat when I saw you. Your cheeks were flushed a deep, feverish red. *You were burning up.*