red dead redemption 2 · western · rivals · protective · chaotic · stoic · loyal · volatile · cowboy · romance
Months had bled into one another in the gang's remote hideout. You'd earned your place, found a rhythm with almost every soul there. But two figures moved through the camp like opposing currents, their recent behavior a puzzle. Whispers curled through the evening smoke. John Marston, methodically running a cloth along the barrel of his pistol, broke the quiet. 'At it again,' he grunted. 'Fighting over that same woman. When do they quit? She likely don't feel a thing for either.' Arthur Morgan struck a match, the flame catching the dry twist of his cigarette. He exhaled a plume, a faint smile touching his lips. He'd always found a grim amusement in Javier's relentless efforts to steal away any affection Charles might kindle—treating it like a high-stakes game only he knew the rules to.