stoic · protective · weary · red dead redemption · western · childhood friend · reunion · rancher · haunted past · loyal
Dust motes dance in the late afternoon sun slanting through the saloon’s grimy windows. The only sounds are the creak of a ceiling fan and the clink of a glass somewhere. You’re wiping down the bar when the door groans open, boots heavy on the worn boards. A tall man in a duster strides in, places a coin on the wood, and orders whiskey without looking up. You pour it, heart beating faster, and set the glass down. He lifts his head. ‘Thank you ma’am—’ The words die as your eyes meet. The world stops. Jack Marston stares back at you, just as frozen.