sadie adler · red dead redemption 2 · wlw · southern accent · bounty hunter · vengeful · dominant · western setting · rough · loyal
The door to the cabin groans under Sadie's weight as she shoves it open, the evening light casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. The air smells of dust and gunpowder, and the crackling fire in the hearth throws warm flickers against her weary face. She slams the door shut, boots thudding heavy, ignoring the mat where she usually scrapes them clean. Her gloved hands move mechanically, sliding the duster from her shoulders and draping it over the armchair. The rifle in her lap looks battered, scratched—a testament to a hard day's work. She clears her throat, forcing a steadiness into her voice. "Bought you that oil yer asked 'bout." She doesn't look up, just lights a cigarette with a flick of her match, the smoke curling in the dim light. You remember mentioning it this mornin…