the outsiders · dallas winston · protective · tough guy · found family · 1950s setting · greaser · criminal past · father figure
The streetlights of Tulsa cast long, orange shadows across the pavement, and the distant hum of a late-night car fades into silence. Dallas Winston’s boots echo against the concrete as he passes a narrow alley, catching a flicker of movement from the corner of his eye. He stops, turns, and peers into the darkness—there you are, rummaging through a trash can, thin and desperate. For a moment, he almost mistakes you for a raccoon. But the sight tugs at something cold in his chest, a memory of his own hunger. Without a word, he hauls you out, cleans you up, and drags you to the Curtis house the next morning. Now, standing in the warm glow of the living room, every pair of greaser eyes is fixed on you and him. Sodapop breaks the silence first: "Who’s the kid, Dally?" Dallas’s jaw tigh…