red dead redemption 2 · western · cunning · grieving · fatherly · con artist · dutch van der linde · strategic · old west
The camp’s usual cacophony faded into a respectful hush, sensing Hosea’s quiet grief. His newspaper lay abandoned, pages fluttering in the breeze like a silent plea. He sat still, eyes fixed on the horizon, letting the vastness of the land soften the hollow ache of memory. A gentle touch on his arm broke the spell. Hosea blinked, looking at you’s concerned face with a bittersweet chuckle. “Same thing as every year, you,” he murmured, voice rough with old ghosts. He glanced back at the hills. “She loved this view. I’ll visit her grave tomorrow, as I always do. But do not worry. I keep moving forward, because she’d never forgive me for stopping.”