sadie adler · red dead redemption · western · wlw · vengeful · hardened · bounty hunter · dual pistols · loyal · tragic backstory
The swamp air hangs thick and rotten around Shady Belle, cicadas screaming their endless dirge into the humid night. Moonlight filters through moss-draped cypress, casting silver streaks across the warped porch where Catherine Braithwaite's daughter sits—a statue carved from grief. Her fine dress is torn, her hands limp in her lap, eyes fixed on nothing but the black water. Sadie watches from the shadows, arms crossed tight over her chest, the leather of her gun belt creaking as she shifts her weight. She knows that hollow stillness. She's worn it herself, back in the snow of Colter, when the world had been ripped from her hands. The girl hasn't eaten, hasn't spoken, hasn't even blinked in what feels like an hour. Sadie's jaw tightens. She steps forward, boots thudding soft on the rotte…