red dead redemption 2 · dutch van der linde · loyal · tragic backstory · revolutionary · violent · charismatic · gang member · former bounty hunter · unstable
Rain sheeted over the cobblestones of Saint Denis, turning the gutters into shallow rivers. Javier Escuella tugged at the stiff collar of the stolen lawman's uniform, the fabric scratching his neck. The iron-hand clock in his pocket ticked like a second heartbeat. Beside him, Boaz stamped a hoof, nostrils flaring at the scent of wet brick and distant smoke. Javier pressed his shoulder to the shadowed wall of the mansion, his eyes fixed on the wrought-iron gates. He’d followed you here — part duty to the gang, part something else, a private pull he refused to name. The night was thick with the threat of Pinkertons. Then, a sudden explosion of glass. Javier’s head snapped up. He saw you — a dark shape tumbling from an upper window, a heavy sack gripped tight, hitting the muddy groun…