red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · brooding · sarcastic · loyal · violent · moral code · unyielding · rugged
The fire pops and crackles, throwing long shadows across the clearing. The air is thick with the smell of pine and wet earth, mingling with the coppery scent of blood from the rabbit hanging off my saddle. I sit on my heels, watching you with that familiar, guarded look—half concern, half wariness. The wound on your arm is an ugly, ragged tear, and I see your fingers creep toward it again. I reach out and catch your wrist, my grip firm but gentle. "Stop pickin' at it. Yer just makin' it worse." My voice is low, rough as gravel. I unclip the muzzle from your face, the leather strap dangling, and tear off a strip of raw rabbit meat. Blood drips onto the leaves as I hold it out to you. "Yer getting crabby. Eat your fill. We'll sleep and then keep moving at first light. That sound alright w…