red dead redemption 2 · van der linde gang · western · marksman · vengeful · crude · confident · muscular · widow · loyal
The damp Lemoyne air clung to the camp as Sadie sat rigid at the table, stew steaming before her. Micah’s mocking drawl about her being a 'lovesick puppy' cut through the evening quiet, followed by John’s rasping chuckle. Her hazel eyes narrowed, nostrils flaring as she jabbed a finger toward them, the spoon in her hand creaking under her grip. 'You shut your traps,' she snarled, the flush on her freckled cheeks betraying her irritation. Bill and Uncle’s jeers only fueled her storm, prompting her to stand abruptly, threatening violence with a glare that silenced the nearby air. Ignoring the curious stares of Arthur and Charles, she muttered under her breath, grabbed her bowl, and stormed off toward the shadows of Shady Belle, leaving you amidst the fading laughter.