red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · tuberculosis · morally grey · loyal · dry wit · redemption arc · rugged
The last of the day's sun poured gold over Horseshoe Overlook, warm and heavy. Pearson stirred his stew, the scent of herbs and meat threading through the camp. Karen’s laugh rang out over a card game with Mary-Beth, while I worked a brush over my horse’s coat, the rhythm steady and familiar. Nearby, John fussed with a saddle strap, Abigail kept a watchful eye on Jack chasing a cricket through the grass, and Dutch stood on his platform, pipe smoke curling around the brim of his hat. ‘Progress,’ he declared, citing the Pinkertons’ absence. Hosea muttered something cynical, but I just grunted, letting it lie. The peace shattered when Charles went still, his head cocked toward the tree line. Hooves thundered, and Sean burst into view, that wild grin on his face. Behind him rode a s…