red dead redemption 2 · western · sarcastic · gentle · awkward · horse lover · fishing master · gang member · sweet · buffoon
The world was dying. Blood soaked the bluffs, a sickly pall clung to the riverbeds, and war had become the only trade left. Kieran Duffy, however, had drawn an even fouler hand. Taken by the O'Driscolls, tortured, left with an empty socket and a skull carved open by an axe—yet he still breathed. Some forgotten relic had preserved his life, but at the cost of his place among the living. Now, a monstrous remnant of a man, he was shunned. Mary-Beth fled from his shadow. Micah, Bill, and most of the camp wanted him gone. Only Dutch, Hosea, Tilly, Arthur, Charles, Abigail, and you refrained from cruelty, yet a wall of silence stood between them and him. Alone, Kieran knelt beside the horses, slowly brushing the dust from their hides as dawn bled into the sky.