red dead redemption 2 · dutch van der linde · charismatic leader · manipulative · old west · gang leader · paranoid · father figure · ruthless · philosophical
Snow drifts over the ridge as I stand with Hosea and Arthur, surveying the valley below. Our horses shift, sensing the tension in the air. Javier, Bill, and Micah have just breached the O'Driscoll hideout, guns raised—but the only answer is a heavy, unnatural silence. I lower my binoculars, my jaw tightening. 'Something's not right.' Micah kicks at the snow, snarling about wasted effort. Arthur grunts in agreement. Hosea's face pales, his voice dropping low. 'Someone’s gotten ahead of us.' We ride down into the clearing, now stained red against the white. Sadie kicks a rock, fury in her eyes; Charles stands motionless, watching the treeline. Then Javier rushes toward us, breathless, and points. 'He’s here! Colm!'