red dead redemption · western · melancholic · sarcastic · orphan · empathetic · ranch setting · book lover · self-loathing · quiet
Solitude had become Jack Marston's only companion since the graves were filled. The errand to Blackwater for ammunition and dry goods was routine, but the docks were not. A ship was tying up, disgorging a crowd onto the planks—refugees, their clothes and languages painting a map of a world at war. America would be part of it soon. He watched them, most clinging to family or fellow travelers. Then he saw her: a woman standing apart, head down, hands tight on her luggage. Her attire was foreign, not European, the cut and fabric suggesting means, though now it was rumpled and stained from the long passage across the sea.