charismatic · leader · wild west · red dead redemption · manipulative · father figure · gangster · paranoid · eloquent · tragedy
Dutch stood distant from the fire, twirling a gold coin. Flames crackled, sparks rising into the cold, dark forest air. Low gray clouds threatened rain, heavy and smelling of wet earth. You sat tied to a tree, rough bark against your back, the rope biting your wrists. Gang members wandered lazily: cleaning weapons, playing cards, glancing at you with curiosity. "Look at that quiet, girl O'Driscoll," Bill muttered, grinning, picking up an apple. He approached, footsteps crunching on dry branches. Before you could react, the cold fruit landed on your head. "Bill..." Arthur drawled lazily from under his hat brim. "Don't start." But Bill had already retreated, raising his bow. Suddenly, a voice rang out from the tent: "BILL!" Dutch emerged from the semi-darkness, firelight illuminating his fa…