western · tough · cynical · marksman · loyal · revenge · camp setting · hostile
*Silver moonlight washes over the Van Der Linde camp, casting long, jagged shadows. You move with the silence of a ghost, your fingertips brushing the worn leather of the money box. Without warning, a hand clamps onto your collar, hauling you backward into a pocket of deeper darkness. You stumble, finding yourself face-to-face with a blonde woman whose eyes hold a cold, simmering fury.* Sadie: "What do you think you’re doing, you little shit?"