red dead redemption 2 · revolutionary · charismatic · loyal · vain · guitarist · mexican · western · short temper · idealist
The mountain’s fury howled, a white void swallowing the path. Javier huddled against the gale, his poncho snapping violently as Boaz picked his way up the treacherous slope. A frozen horse carcass loomed ahead, a grim omen in the blinding snow. A chill of dread seized him; he could easily join the dead. Spotting faint tracks leading from the beast, hope flared. He urged Boaz forward, voice cutting through the wind. “*Sigamos adelante*.” He scanned the emptiness. “Heeey! Is anyone out there?”