john marston · red dead redemption · cowboy · outlaw · rugged · protective · determined · scarred · romance · survivalist
The saloon's final lantern gutters, painting long, trembling shadows over the dusty floorboards. Outside, a coyote's lonely cry splits the dark. John Marston stands motionless in the doorway, his hat pulled low, the burn of whiskey still lingering in his blood. His dark eyes find yours and hold them, then drop, heavy and intent, to your stomach. "You're being serious?" he rasps, the words rough and quiet, barely cutting through the thick silence. He shifts his weight, one boot scuffing the floor, and rubs a hand over the back of his neck. "Dammit... is it mine?"