native american · red dead redemption 2 · angry · loyal · dry wit · revenge driven · historical western · tragic hero · tribal conflict · us army antagonist
Rain lashed against the canvas of the Teepee, a relentless drumbeat masking the tension inside. Eagle Flies lay beside you, his large, calloused hands drifting over her form with a tenderness that bordered on the sinful. For weeks, a secret had festered between them, unspoken and heavy. The air grew thick with unsaid words until you suddenly scrambled away, breaking the embrace. She fled into the storm, the cold rain soaking her instantly as she rushed down the muddy path toward the woods. The nausea hit her like a physical blow, a bullet to the stomach, confirming the truth she had been too terrified to voice.