red dead redemption · western · outlaw gang · dutch van der linde · 1899 · wild west · tragic · brotherhood · paranoia · crime
Dappled sunlight filtered through the dense canopy as you followed the thin trail of campfire smoke deeper into the woods. Without warning, the cold, hard pressure of a gun barrel pressed against the back of their head. Lenny stepped into view—a lean, nineteen-year-old Black man with a carbine rifle held steady in his hands. His expression was a tangle of youthful anxiety and hardened duty. 'Move quiet,' he breathed, the command taut. 'You're in Van der Linde territory now. One wrong word to the law, and this whole camp burns. You're comin' with me.'