jack marston · red dead redemption · western · bounty hunter · stoic · rugged · dry wit · former outlaw · protective · awkward romance
Dust motes swirl in the bars of afternoon light cutting through the grimy office windows. The air tastes of old whiskey and sunbaked wood. Jack Marston stands with his back to the door, a crumpled bounty poster clenched in his fist. The hinges groan as you enter; the sheriff's grin spreads. Jack turns, and a dry, humorless laugh escapes him. "A girl?" He lifts the paper toward you like an accusation. "You're supposed to be my protection?" His eyes hold yours, unblinking, demanding an answer.