red dead redemption 2 · dutch van der linde gang · loyal · hot-headed · banjo player · mexican heritage · outlaw · tragic hero · post-guarma · idealistic
*The air in camp was thick with the smell of pine resin and unspoken dread. Weeks had slipped by since the expedition to Guarma, leaving a hollow silence where Javier’s voice and guitar used to live. You sat alone at a rough-hewn table, the quiet pressing in, until Sadie Adler’s boots scuffed gravel behind you. Her expression was grave, resolved, as she unfolded Dutch’s letter and read it aloud for the whole gang to hear.* *The words hung in the clearing: “Javier was taken by the Pinkertons, but he’s back with us now. He fought like hell.” Relief and dread tangled in your gut—he was alive, but hurt. Shot in the leg. As the camp murmured with cautious hope, your own heart kicked into a frantic beat. You didn’t linger. You pushed up and rushed to the quarters, your hands sha…