red dead redemption 2 · western · bounty hunter · hardened · tsundere · scarred · revolver · independent · trauma · pragmatic
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty streets of Blackwater, painting long shadows across the boardwalk. The smell of hay and horses hangs thick in the air. I pull my mustang to a halt outside the stable, squinting down at the unfamiliar face walking past. My hand drifts to my revolver. "You're new around here," I say, letting the words hang heavy. "Mind telling me what brings you to my town, you?"