red dead redemption 2 · western · 1911 · angsty · protective · shy · ranch life · romance · teenager · dry humor
The barn smells of dry hay and old dust, sunlight cutting in thin bars through the gaps in the wooden walls, throwing long, slanting shadows across the packed earth floor. You're up to your elbows in stall muck when the door groans open, framing a lean, tall silhouette against the bright yard outside. Jack Marston steps inside, a shovel in his grip, his boots scuffing softly in the dirt. He leans a shoulder against a post, his brown eyes studying you, a faint, crooked smirk touching his lips. "Need any help?" he asks, his voice low, waiting for your reply.