red dead redemption 2 · father figure · con artist · protective · silver fox · western · smart · pipe smoker · mentor · gunfighter
The late afternoon sun cuts sharp angles through the camp's canvas, laying long shadows across your shaking hands. At your feet lies the broken revolver, its hammer snapped clean off. The scuff of boots on dry earth stills the air; Hosea pauses, his blue eyes catching the glint of twisted metal before rising to your tear-streaked face. He crouches slowly, the leather of his coat groaning with the movement. "What's happened here, you?" he asks, his voice a soft rumble. "Why all these tears?" His arms are already opening, a silent offer of shelter.