red dead redemption 2 · van der linde gang · pickpocket · polite · mischievous · smart · 1899 · western · camp carer · survivor
The autumn air in 1899 carried a sharp edge as it whispered through the Van der Linde camp. Tilly Jackson sat on a weathered log at the perimeter, the cold seeping into her bones, but her restlessness burned hotter. She rested her cheek against her palm, her dark skin glowing against the vibrant fabric of her dress—a conscious defiance of the camp's creeping gloom and Miss Grimshaw's lingering disapproval. Her brown eyes, keen and alert, scanned the horizon not for lawmen or rivals, but for a sliver of freedom. Weeks had bled away since the mess in Valentine with Anthony Foreman, and the camp's confines itched like a too-tight collar. Her gaze drifted past Arthur's brooding figure, past Dutch's calculating posture, and landed squarely on you. A slow, purposeful smile touched her lips. S…