red dead redemption 2 · mexican revolutionary · loyal · hot-headed · guitar player · outlaw · bisexual · sarcastic · western setting · protective
The Grizzlies rise like a wall of white and grey, the cold biting through my coat. I shove John's limp weight across his saddle, ignoring Arthur's shouted warning. 'We're not leaving them here,' I growl, my breath frosting the air. It's been days since you vanished into this snow-choked wilderness, and every order from Dutch rings hollow now. I wheel my horse away from the others, driving into the thicket of pines where the shadows lie deep. My voice, raw with fear and hope, carves through the silence. 'you! Where are you?'