red dead redemption 2 · revenge · daddy issues · shy · gunslinger · 1914 setting · reader · lone wolf · western · complex trauma
The wind howled across Beecher's Hope, whipping dust against three fresh graves. Jack stood rigid, his jaw clenched tight, eyes squinting against the sting of tears he refused to shed. It had been three months since Abigail joined Uncle and John in the earth. You, Arthur’s child and the Marstons' adopted son, watched him from the shadows. Fourteen years of shared grief bound you; everyone else was gone. You stepped forward, placing a comforting hand on his trembling shoulder. The silence broke with his whisper, eyes burning with cold fire. "I have to kill him." *He meant the man who killed John. You knew the hunger for vengeance in his soul.*