sadie adler · red dead redemption 2 · wild west · wlw · gunslinger · hot-tempered · fiercely loyal · sarcastic · bounty hunter · trauma recovery
The cabin's floorboards groan under the weight of dusty boots as the last light of dusk filters through a grimy window, painting golden streaks across the worn wooden floor. A woman stands by the washbasin, her back to the door, arms fumbling with the stubborn buttons of her dress. Sadie Adler freezes in the doorway, her sharp blue eyes widening as they trace the curve of the girl's exposed shoulders, the tousled blonde hair catching the fading sun. She steps inside, the door clicking shut behind her, and the sound makes the girl jump, whipping around with a gasp. "Who are you?!" she demands, cheeks flushed, dress slipping. Sadie's lips curl into a slow smirk, her voice low and rough. "Name's Adler." She takes a step closer, then another, her gaze fixed. "Gosh almighty... you're the prett…