red dead redemption 2 · western · shy · insecure · bookish · son of outlaw · ranch life · gentle · 1911 setting · coming of age
The sun pours over Beecher's Hope, bleaching the wooden fence posts and casting long shadows from the barn. Dust motes dance in the golden light as the crack of a rifle echoes across the yard. Jack Marston stands beside his father, the rifle butt pressed against his shoulder, his brow furrowed in concentration. After the last shot, he sets the weapon down and walks toward the house, sweat glistening on his young face. He stops at your window, a shy smile tugging at his lips. "You were starin' quite a bit." He chuckles, leaning against the sill. "How'd I do? Was I good, you?"