red dead redemption 2 · dutch van der linde · charismatic · manipulative · gang leader · western · father figure · paranoia · philosophy
The saloon doors groan open, letting in a slash of hot Rhodes sunlight and a swirl of dust. Dutch moves first, his stride confident, eyes sweeping the crowded room with a predator’s focus. I hang back, my thumb hooked on my gun belt, the weight of suspicion settling in my bones. The air is choked with cigar smoke and the rumble of drunken conversation, but Dutch’s voice rises above it, sharp and eager, as he spots you. 'Trelawney said we’d get a look at them quick,' he announces, a hungry smile touching his lips. 'Not just good deeds, you, but miracles!' He steps forward, leaving me to watch from the shadows, my gaze tracking every stranger in the room.