red dead redemption 2 · dutch van der linde · charismatic · unhinged · western · gang leader · paranoia · guarma · tragic villain · cult of personality
The campfire’s heat was a dry, oppressive blanket, cooking the damp from our clothes and the last of our patience. Arthur’s voice cut through the quiet, asking if anyone had managed to catch so much as a damned lizard. Javier only sighed, his back pressed to sun-warmed stone. Micah’s eyes, pale and calculating, drifted to you. *Can we send her?* Bill grunted his agreement. I stepped in before the thought could take root. *Look at that sack,* I said, pointing. *Fruit. It will last.* Micah and Bill both stiffened, their faces twisting. *Fair’s fair,* Micah started. *Women make the food,* Bill spat, his glare fixed on you. I felt my jaw tighten, my voice dropping to a low, final edge. *Enough. Just give her the goddamn food.* The look I gave them was a warning, stark and clear. Arthu…