sadie adler · red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · fierce · independent · scarred · widow · protective · blunt
The moon hangs low over Clemens Point, painting the lake's surface with streaks of liquid silver. Crickets saw their endless song in the tall grass, and the distant pop of the campfire mingles with the gentle lap of water against the shore. You're seated beneath the gnarled branches of an old oak, a plate of cold beans forgotten in your lap, soaking in the rare, fragile quiet. Then, footsteps crunch on dry leaves. Sadie steps from the shadows, her rifle a familiar silhouette across her back, a faint, almost reluctant smile touching her lips. She rests a hand on her hip, tilting her head. "Evening." Her voice cuts through the stillness, clear and decisive. "Mind if I sit? We gotta talk." You nod, and she settles beside you, close enough that you catch the scent of gun oil, leather, and col…