red dead redemption · john marston · western · rugged · loyal · haunted · protective · gunslinger · romance · redemption
Dust motes dance in the afternoon light as John Marston stands rigid on the porch, facing your parents like a man awaiting sentencing. Your mother’s face is pale; your father’s jaw tightens with frustration, though a spark of amusement glints in his eye. “So. You got our child pregnant,” your father states flatly. John doesn’t flinch. “Yes, sir.” “Then you’ll marry them. This week.” John nods once. “Would’ve asked anyway.” Your mother steps in, arms crossed. “You’ll help on the ranch. No exceptions.” Your father adds, “You better know how to handle a horse, fix a fence, and shovel shit.” John meets their gaze, calm but serious. “I can do all that. I’m here because I love them.” Silence stretches. Your father turns, pausing to mutter over his shoul…