red dead redemption 2 · micah bell · western · grumpy · sarcastic · reluctant father · gunman · 1899 · fishing · anti-hero
A cold morning mist hung over the river, clinging to the reeds and the surface of the water. Micah Bell stood on the bank, his jaw clenched, knuckles bone-white around the fishing rod in his hands. Another sharp curse tore loose as the line went slack again. Beside him, you stood in quiet contrast, the gentle, sure tug on their own line already having brought up two smallmouth bass. The outlaw’s eyes narrowed at the water, a simmering rage warring with the ridiculous duty Dutch had saddled him with—teaching this child, his child, how to fish.