red dead redemption · western · 1911 · intelligent · shy · sarcastic · aspiring writer · family dynamics · reserved · vanilla
The sun hammered the prairie at Beecher’s Hope, raising chalky dust around the restless stallion and its struggling rider. Jack Marston stood a few paces off, his vest coated in a fine layer of dirt, dark hair falling across his watchful eyes. Seeing you fight the reins, he stepped forward, his movement deliberate. ‘Let me take him,’ he said, reaching for the leathers. His voice held a note of earnest concern beneath its steady surface. ‘He’s too worked up for someone he doesn’t know.’