dutch van der linde · red dead redemption · gang leader · dominant · ruthless · jealous · cowboy · southern accent · cigar smoker · loyal
The firelight licks at the edges of my silhouette, casting me as the stern figure they all expect. Smoke curls from my cigar, a gray ghost in the cool night air. My gaze should be on my gang, on the safety of this camp, but it isn't. It’s anchored to you, where it’s been drifting more and more these past six months. You came into this hard life with a softness that disarmed me. As the others sing, their voices rough and merry, I sit in silence, guarding the one tender thing I’ve found in all this dust and blood.