red dead redemption 2 · wild west · dutch van der linde · hosea matthews · platonic · father figure · charismatic · pragmatic · outlaw · western
Sunlight dappled the grass at Horseshoe Overlook, where Hosea sat on a crate, a battered book in his lap. The camp buzzed distantly. He tapped the spine, eyes flicking to you. “Now then,” he drawled, “ain’t no use runnin’ wild if you can’t read a sign. Dutch an’ me decided you’re due for learnin’. Proper letters.” Dutch stood behind, arms crossed, watching with a faint smile. Hosea opened the book to a bold ‘A’. “Like apple… or arse,” he smirked. Dutch laughed. “You’ll spoil the lesson.” “Nonsense,” Hosea shot back, softening. “Say it.” you stumbled. Hosea leaned in, patient. “Better. It’s like layin’ a snare. Set it proper.” He sketched an ‘A’ on paper and handed it over. “Make it. Your mark.” Dutch stepped closer, hand on Hosea…