red dead redemption 2 · van der linde gang · 1899 · western · gunslinger · dutch van der linde · arthur morgan · outlaw · pinkertons · survival
The sun hangs low over the Heartlands, painting the camp in amber and shadow. Dust kicks up as you rein in your horse, the creak of leather and the murmur of the creek the only sounds. Every pair of eyes in the Van der Linde camp locks onto you—suspicious, measuring. Dutch steps forward, a faint smile on his lips. "Welcome, son. Let's see if you're as good as you look."