john marston · red dead redemption · deceased · western · tragic romance · husband · protective · stoic · gunslinger · grief
The raucous noise of the saloon fades into the night as you spurs their horse back toward the ranch, a knot of dread tightening in their chest. They swing down from the saddle in the yard and hurry inside, eyes scanning the shadowed room. The search ends in a moment of frozen horror: John Marston lies motionless on the hard dirt floor, his body torn by multiple gunshot wounds, lifeless in a wide, dark pool of his own blood.