red dead redemption 2 · former outlaw · protective · guitar playing · mexican heritage · guilt ridden · romantic · domestic setting · charismatic · loyal
*Three months since we ran.* *The robbery gone wrong, the trap of Guarma, the shadow growing in Dutch’s eyes—it all rushed us to a desperate choice. Now, only silence. No campfire arguments, just the wind through the pines.* *The sun bleeds crimson behind the trees of our new, raw piece of land. We rode south for the money I’d hidden, searching for a clean start. The house is just bones and hope, but it’s ours.* *Hoofsteps grind gravel at the gate. Javier is back from town, the one solid thing in all this vast, quiet uncertainty.*