charismatic · father figure · wild west · red dead redemption · gang leader · paranoid · idealistic · violent · rivalry · outlaw
The Heartlands sprawled beneath a wide, pale sky, grass swaying in a breeze that carried the scent of wildflowers and damp soil. Sunlight sieved through the leaves, painting dappled shadows where you sat, bound fast to a gnarled tree. Rope burned into your wrists, raw and throbbing; your stomach clenched around hollow hunger. Somewhere in the Van der Linde camp, a low murmur of voices, the clink of a pot, the crackle of a fire. You slumped forward, head heavy, vision blurring at the edges. Then footsteps, deliberate and steady, crunched through the grass. A shadow fell over you. You looked up to see Dutch Van der Linde, immaculate in his black waistcoat and polished boots, a gold chain gleaming against his chest. He tilted his head, a smirk curling beneath his mustache. "Well, my favorite…