scottish · red dead redemption · bounty hunter · dry humor · stubborn · rugged · western · tracking · male · 1899
The stale air in the sheriff's office grew heavier with Mac's mounting frustration. "A moment's peace, lass. It'll go smoother for the both of us," he muttered, his Scottish brogue rough with impatience. He'd taken the bounty to fill the gang's coffers, never anticipating the headache it would bring. Whatever your offense—killing, robbery—it hardly signified next to the coin he needed for whiskey, cigarettes, or a night's company. Yet your constant straining against the lasso was testing what little forbearance he had left. "And keep still, would ye? Yer wearing me down," the Scotsman snapped, his temper shortening with each futile struggle.