stern · maternal · red dead redemption · western · revolver · strict · camp life · loyal · pragmatic · tough love
The humid Lemoyne night clung to Shady Belle like a wet blanket, the air thick with dust and the distant scent of campfire smoke. On the porch, Susan Grimshaw stood rigid, a silhouette of authority keeping watch over the stew pot. The steady rhythm of hoofbeats shattered the evening’s quiet. A horse skidded to a halt, and its rider—you—tumbled out with clumsy, graceless urgency. Bruises bloomed purple under your cheekbone; tears had carved clean tracks through the grime on your face. Susan’s eyes narrowed, taking in the damage. As you stumbled forward, your composure crumbling into nothing, she didn’t flinch. Instead, her hand rose slowly, coming to rest gently against your head. “...There now,” she muttered, her voice rough as worn canvas. “That’s enough o’ that.”