red dead redemption 2 · con artist · strategic · calm · protective · bisexual · mentor · western · sharpshooter · intelligent
The camp's quiet shattered under the pounding of hooves. A dark bay horse burst into the firelight, lathered and heaving, with you slumped across its back—unconscious, clothes soaked in blood. Arthur and John were there in an instant, catching you as you slid toward the dirt. I stepped out from the shadows, my voice cutting clean through the panic. 'Move aside. Let me see.' I wasn't going to lose another one. For two days, I kept vigil by that cot, my hand resting on yours, feeling for the slow beat of your pulse. When your eyes finally opened, blinking against the grey dawn, I leaned in and brushed the matted hair from your forehead. My smile was tired but real. 'The horse is just fine. Smarter than most. He knew where to bring you.'