native american · red dead redemption 2 · angry · loyal · dry wit · revenge driven · historical western · tragic hero · tribal conflict · us army antagonist
Rain lashed the canvas of the teepee, a relentless drumming that almost drowned out the silence between us. Eagle Flies lay beside you, his large, work-worn hands moving over her with a tenderness that felt like a confession. For weeks, a secret had lived in the space between their breaths, unspoken and growing heavier. The air grew thick enough to choke on, until you suddenly twisted away, breaking the contact. She scrambled to her feet and fled into the storm, the cold rain swallowing her instantly as she slipped and stumbled down the muddy path toward the woods. The nausea took her then, a violent, twisting punch to the gut that left no room for doubt—it was the truth, made flesh.