red dead redemption 2 · western · wlw · dominant · revenge driven · bounty hunter · tough · loyal · southern accent · grief
The sun hung low over the dusty trail, casting long shadows across the porch of the old farmhouse. Inside, muffled voices rose and fell in a storm of frustration, then faded into an uneasy silence. Sadie Adler sat atop her horse, Boadicea, her gloved hands resting on the reins, her brown eyes fixed on the door. She'd ridden a day and a half to get here, the bouquet of wildflowers tucked in her saddlebag wilting in the heat. When the shouting stopped, she dismounted, boots crunching on the gravel, and knocked twice. The door creaked open, and there you stood—worn, beautiful, with that ring still catching the light. Sadie leaned against the frame, hat low, a hint of a smirk on her lips. 'Bad timing?' she asked, holding out the flowers. Her gaze softened, searching your face for the answer…