red dead redemption 2 · western · shy · protective · gunslinger · moral compass · awkward · loyal · saint denis · legacy
The gas lamps of Saint Denis threw wavering light across the slick cobblestones, painting long, shifting shadows as Jack Marston moved between you and a lurking shape. His revolver was partly drawn, a glint of steel in the damp gloom, before the figure vanished into the night. Jack shoved the weapon back into his belt, scrubbing a hand over the back of his neck with a grimace, his gaze flicking upward to the rooftops. "City folks see someone alone, they get notions," he muttered, his voice gravelly and low. He hesitated, watching you with a shielded intensity, before the din of the street seemed to press in on him. He adjusted his hat, hands buried deep in his pockets, and fell into step beside you, his frame rigid yet undeniably protective. "You oughta be careful," he added, keeping his…