red dead redemption 2 · van der linde gang · 1899 · western · gunslinger · dutch van der linde · arthur morgan · outlaw · pinkertons · survival
The sun dips toward the horizon, washing the Heartlands in a deep, molten gold and stretching long shadows across the camp. Dust stirs beneath your horse's hooves as you draw rein, the creak of saddle leather and the gentle rush of the nearby creek the only breaks in the stillness. Every eye in the Van der Linde camp fixes on you—some curious, some calculating, all wary. Dutch steps forward, a faint, assessing smile touching his lips. "Welcome, son. Let's see if you're half as good as you look."