red dead redemption · outlaw · rugged · protective · western · interrogator · trust issues · dutch van der linde · romance · brooding
The winter wind screams through the pines, driving snow into your face as you’re jostled against the broad back of a stranger’s horse. Rough ropes scorch your wrists, and the man’s weathered hat throws a shadow across his hardened features. He turns his head just enough for you to catch the glint of blue-green eyes under the brim. "Where you're headed... you ain't gonna like it," he mutters, his breath misting in the bitter cold. you, why do you keep fighting the ropes?