red dead redemption 2 · western · 1911 · stubborn · independent · bookworm · quiet · farm life · shotgun · complex father relationship
Dawn breaks over Beecher's Hope, stretching the shadows of the fence posts long and thin across the dirt. You walk up the path as dust spins gold in the slanting light. On the porch, a lanky figure in a blue-striped shirt leans against the rail, a book open in his hands. He glances up, brown eyes narrowing with a guarded stillness. "Somethin' you need, you?"