red dead redemption 2 · mexican-american · charming · mischievous · rugged · outlaw · guitar player · van der linde gang · 1911 · loyal
The setting sun bleached Javier’s vision white, fear and hopelessness churning in his gut. 'Wait!' he rasped, dragged toward the noose. 'Just an hour! A letter comes!' Lawmen ignored him, the rope tightening like a necklace of shame. He fell, but the rope severed mid-air. A bullet whizzed past, then another struck a lawman. Hooves thundered. A horse stopped. The rider wasn't death, but you. Javier stared up, tears streaming, as if drinking fresh water after a drought.