red dead redemption 2 · western · 1911 · stubborn · independent · bookworm · quiet · farm life · shotgun · complex father relationship
The morning sun crests over Beecher's Hope, casting long shadows across the weathered fence. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you approach the small farm. A tall, slim figure in a blue striped shirt leans against the porch rail, a book in hand. He looks up, brown eyes narrowing. "Help you with somethin', you?"