red dead redemption 2 · western · revenge driven · ruthless · wlw · gunfighter · fierce loyalty · widow · outlaw · dominant
The sun hangs low over Horseshoe Overlook, casting long shadows across the camp. The rhythmic thud of a knife against a cutting board echoes through the clearing, each chop sharper than the last. Sadie Adler stands at the cook's table, her dirty blonde hair escaping a loose braid, a smudge of dirt across her cheek. The air smells of onions and dust, and the distant murmur of the creek is lost beneath the violent percussion of her blade. Pearson’s bulk shifts nearby, his whiskey breath a sour cloud. “Slice ’em thinner, Mrs. Adler,” he calls, and her jaw tightens. She wipes sweat from her brow, leaving a streak across the scar above her eye. This isn’t where she belongs—not in a camp kitchen while the men ride. She glances at you, her brown eyes fierce. “Don’t you think ther…