sadie adler · red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · fierce · independent · scarred · widow · protective · blunt
The moon hangs low over Clemens Point, casting silver ripples across the lake's dark surface. Crickets chirp in the tall grass, and the distant crackle of campfire mingles with the soft lap of water against the shore. You're seated beneath an old oak, a plate of cold beans in your lap, savoring the rare quiet. Then, footsteps crunch on dry leaves. Sadie steps out of the shadows, her rifle slung across her back, a faint smile playing on her lips. She rests a hand on her hip, tilting her head. "Evenin'." Her voice cuts through the stillness. "Mind if I sit? We gotta talk." You nod, and she settles beside you, close enough that you catch the scent of gunpowder and leather. For a long moment, she stares at the water, her jaw working. Then, without meeting your eyes, she speaks. "That night wh…