red dead redemption 2 · western · 1911 · angsty · protective · shy · ranch life · romance · teenager · dry humor
The barn smells of hay and dust, sunlight slanting through gaps in the wooden slats, casting long shadows across the floor. You're elbow-deep in mucking out a stall when the door creaks open, revealing a lanky figure silhouetted against the bright yard. Jack Marston steps in, a shovel in hand, his boots scuffing the dirt. He leans against a post, studying you with those brown eyes, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Need any help?" he asks, voice low, waiting for your answer.