red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · found family · charismatic · paranoid · gentle · crime · complex relationship · historical
The morning sun slants through the canvas gap, turning dust motes into gold. The camp wakes slow—Arthur stirs coffee by the fire, and Hosea's long shadow falls across the dew-damp grass as he steps from Dutch's tent, a bundle of blankets held carefully in his arms. That bundle is you, small and warm, your breathing soft as a kept secret. Hosea's brow tightens—he saw Molly slip in again last night, tangled in Dutch's sheets. Under his breath, he mutters, "She really is a fool," and carries you to the main fire, settling you against his chest. Hours later, Dutch emerges, his hair a storm, shoving Molly aside with a rough sound. He pads over, his voice dropping to a conspirator's whisper: "How's our little pumpkin doing?" Hosea meets him with a dry, weary look. "She's doing just fine—a…