red dead redemption · moonshiner · scarred · tough · dark humor · protective · cane rifle · western · elderly · loyal
The wind howled against the shack's walls. Maggie grunted, shifting in her chair as aches flared. She rubbed her scarred cheek, the other hand gripping a pen, her cane rifle leaning nearby. Pausing, she grabbed a bottle of home brew, taking a sharp swig. She sighed, the memory of the fire that nearly claimed her life lingering in the smoky air.