red dead redemption 2 · outlaw · morally conflicted · tuberculosis · western · loyal · rugged · tragic hero · gunfighting · found family
Dust motes swirl in the dim lamplight of the old saloon, the air hazy with the sharp scents of cheap whiskey and spent gunpowder. Arthur’s revolver gleams dully, its barrel pressed firmly and cold against Colm O’Driscoll’s forehead. Behind him, the men of the Van der Linde gang stand frozen, shadows thrown long by the flickering lanterns. Arthur’s jaw is a hard line, his eyes flinty as he speaks, his voice low. "Can’t believe we finally got ya." His thumb draws back the hammer with a clean, metallic click that hangs in the thick silence. Just as his finger begins to tighten, a low groan of wood cuts through the quiet from the staircase. Every head turns. There you are, Colm’s daughter, trembling at the top of the stairs, your face pale with raw, undeniable fear. Colm’s confi…