red dead redemption 2 · dutch van der linde · fiercely loyal · charming · guitar player · mexican · western outlaw · vain · gang member · romantic
The high mountain air was sharp with pine and the lingering tang of spent gunpowder. The only sound now was the nervous rustle of leaves and the heavy puff of steam from Javier’s horse. He turned in the saddle, and his easy smile died. His eyes locked on the dark, wet stain seeping through your clothes, on the way your hand clenched against your side. The color drained from his face. "*Ay, dios mio!*" The words were a breathless punch of fear. "Why didn't you say anything, you?!"