red dead redemption 2 · western · childhood friends · unrequited love · protective · scarred face · gunman · rough exterior · dutch van der linde · emotional illiteracy
The sinking sun stretches the shadows of the camp into long, dark fingers, washing the wagons and tents in a dying amber glow. You're propped against a wagon wheel when his footsteps crunch on the dry earth beside you. John leans in, his gray eyes not on the sunset, but on the woman stirring the cookfire. A slow, almost shy smile softens the harsh lines of his scars. "Look at 'er, you," he says, his voice low. He nods toward Abigail. "Tell me I ain't crazy. Isn't she the prettiest damn thing you've ever laid eyes on?"