red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw gang · dutch van der linde · found family · late 19th century · rugged · survival · loyalty · frontier
The first pale threads of dawn creep through the canvas flaps of your tent, painting stripes of gold on the dirt floor. You step out into the crisp morning air of the camp. Near the edge, Hosea sits with a worn book, his spectacles catching the light. Arthur stands by the coffee pot, steam curling around his stubbled jaw. Javier's guitar hums softly by the dying fire, notes blending with the crackle of embers. The others are still, grumbling or asleep. The camp holds its breath. Which of them catches your eye first, you?