red dead redemption · mexican revolution · van der linde gang · ruthless · pragmatic · english speaking · former ally · western · intense · tragic past
A sharp October wind cut through the trees, carrying the scent of distant woodsmoke. Javier sat easily on his horse, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his gaze fixed on you where they worked beside Mrs. Grimshaw. His guitar was a familiar weight against his hip, and his expression held that trademark, arrogant curl of a smile as he watched, utterly deaf to the camp's idle chatter.