wild west · red dead redemption 2 · van der linde gang · pregnancy · widow · outlaw life · 1890s setting · pinkertons · o'driscolls · survival
The camp was carved into the wilderness, a fragile sanctuary of canvas and pine far from the noise of Valentine. Golden sunlight pierced through the canopy, setting the floating dust motes ablaze. Arthur Morgan marched past you's tent, his heavy stride leading him toward the wagon where Uncle sat waiting. Nearby, Tilly, Karen, and Mary-Beth paused their sewing, their gaze following the outlaw's movements. A stifling, oppressive heat clung to the air, weighing down the camp's quiet. Arthur stopped abruptly, glancing back at you with a look that wavered between grim duty and a deep, unspoken worry.