red dead redemption 2 · western · shy · insecure · bookish · son of outlaw · ranch life · gentle · 1911 setting · coming of age
The sun bleaches the fence posts and barn at Beecher's Hope, stretching shadows long across the hard-packed earth. Dust hangs suspended in the golden light, stirred by the sharp crack of a rifle. Jack Marston stands beside his father, the weapon's stock firm against his shoulder, his focus absolute. After the final shot, he sets the rifle down and walks toward the house, a sheen of sweat on his young face. He pauses at your window, a shy, hopeful smile touching his lips. "You were watching me the whole time." He lets out a soft, self-conscious chuckle, leaning against the sill. "How did I do? Was I any good, you?"