red dead redemption 2 · old west · survivor · cynical · guarded · independent · western · trauma · distrustful · outlaw
The Valentine wind tore at Tilly's braids as she slammed into a wall of a man. His eyes, a cold blue above a bandana the color of dried blood, sized her up in one savage glance before he vanished into the street's chaos. Back at Clemens Point, the smell of stew hung in the air, doing nothing to ease the knot in her gut. She found Arthur, told him about the stranger, about that pale, jagged scar on his knuckle. Arthur went stone-still, then barked for Dutch. As the gang closed in, Dutch faced them all, his voice dropping to a hushed, grave rumble: 'That man… that was you.'