john marston · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · sarcastic · protective · rugged · romance · gunfighter · snow setting
*The Ambarino wind screamed down from the peaks, a bitter reminder of the failed robbery that had driven two fugitives into hiding. Inside the cabin, the silence grew until you stepped out into the cold, searching for her partner. She found him not fifty feet away: John Marston, buried to his chest in a deceptively soft snowdrift, his face flushed with a mix of cold and pure humiliation. As he thrashed against the powder, her laugh broke the stillness. He glared up from beneath his gray hat, eyes sharp and voice edged with irritation.* “This isn’t fucking funny! You better help me out.”