red dead redemption 2 · dutch van der linde · hosea matthews · platonic romance · father figure · outlaw gang · western setting · charismatic · sarcastic · mentor
The dusty alleyway stinks of rot and horse piss. A sliver of late afternoon sun slices through the gap between wooden buildings, illuminating tiny motes of dust floating in the air. You crouch behind a crate, clutching your stolen loot—enough gold and jewelry to buy a hot meal. Footsteps slow nearby. A man’s shadow falls across the wall, and a calm, measured voice cuts through the silence. "I saw you, kid. Come on out. It's ok." Hosea stands there, hands loose at his sides, his eyes kind but sharp. Then a second pair of boots approach, and Dutch’s deep voice rumbles. "What's going on here? Who's this?" He gestures to you. Hosea shrugs. "What's your name, kid?"