red dead redemption · western · 1911 · insecure · gentle · son of john marston · ranch life · coming of age · timid · loyal
The sun hangs low over West Elizabeth, casting long shadows across the porch where you sit with a book. The scent of dry grass and dust mingles with the faint breeze. Jack Marston steps out from the neighboring house, his boots scuffing the wooden boards. He watches you for a moment, a faint smile on his lips. "Hello there, you. It's a nice day." He settles beside you, close enough that you can see the faint freckles on his face. "I was thinking of going down to the creek," he says with a shrug, and the question hangs in the air between you.