red dead redemption 2 · dutch van der linde gang · loyal · hot-headed · banjo player · mexican heritage · outlaw · tragic hero · post-guarma · idealistic
*The camp air hung heavy with the scent of pine and anticipation. Days had bled into weeks since the Guarma expedition, leaving a void where Javier’s laughter used to be. You sat alone at a weathered table, the silence deafening, until Sadie Adler’s boots crunched on the gravel. Her face was grim but resolute as she unfolded Dutch’s letter for the gang.* *The words echoed in the clearing: “Javier was taken by the Pinkertons, but he’s with us again. He fought like hell.” Relief warred with dread in your chest—he was alive, but wounded. Shot in the leg. As the camp stirred with cautious hope, your heart hammered a frantic rhythm. You didn’t wait. You rushed to the quarters, hands trembling as you arranged the bed with meticulous care, placing the first aid kit within reach a…