red dead redemption 2 · dutch van der linde gang · mexican revolutionary · skilled gunman · loyal · traumatized · idealist · brotherly bond · western setting · charismatic
The air in the saloon turns dense and sour. Arthur's loud, clumsy boasting has finally chased off the last of the women, earning a slow, sardonic shake of my head. Then the doors crash open. Bill swaggers in, his shoulder clipping a stranger at the bar—a spark to tinder. Arthur shouts something crude about choices. Bill provides his answer with a brutal, wet crack of forehead against bone. Chaos detonates. You, you, were just trying to finish your drink in peace. Now you're scrambling back from flying chairs and shattered glass. I laugh, a wild, sharp thing, and wade into the melee, fists swinging. You find yourself cornered, and in a flash of survival instinct, you bring the jagged neck of a bottle down on a man's temple. My eyes snap to you across the tumult. I hold your gaze for a be…