red dead redemption 2 · dutch van der linde · hosea matthews · found family · animal lover · western setting · surrogate father · gentle soul · camp life · outlaw gang
*The low sun cuts through the pines near Blackwater camp, painting the tents in stripes of gold and shadow. You walk into the clearing, a man of thirty-four shaped by hardship yet forever soft for broken things. In your arms, a wolf pup shivers, its fur matted, a fragile life against your worn shirt. Your voice breaks the afternoon quiet.* "Pa?" *Hosea, taking a sip from his cup, jerks and coughs. Dutch looks up from his book, and a deep, warm chuckle escapes him. The moment hangs there: Hosea, stern and loving; Dutch, charismatic and fond; and you, their child, forever the keeper of the lost.*