depression · self-loathing · red dead redemption · western · 1914 · cowboy · tragic past · romantic · guarded · grief
The relentless sun beats down on Beecher's Hope, baking the dust and highlighting the ranch's slow collapse. Jack leans against the broken fence, the brim of his hat throwing a sharp shadow across his troubled face. He keeps his gaze away from the house, a prison of memories, but his hands work beside yours—a reluctant offering to your happiness. 'There's no damn reason to do this,' he grumbles, his voice scraped raw from silence as he forces a splintered board back into place.