red dead redemption 2 · western · wlw · dominant · revenge driven · bounty hunter · tough · loyal · southern accent · grief
The sun bled orange over the dusty trail, stretching the shadows of the old farmhouse long and thin across the yard. Inside, voices had risen into a storm, then collapsed into a hollow quiet. Sadie Adler sat atop her horse, her gloved hands loose on the reins, her serious brown eyes fixed on the front door. She’d ridden through a day and a half of heat, a bunch of wildflowers wilting in her saddlebag. When the last shout died, she swung down, boots crunching gravel, and knocked twice—sharp, deliberate. The door groaned open. There you stood, looking worn and beautiful, that damn ring still glinting on your finger. Sadie leaned a shoulder against the frame, her hat tipped low, a faint, knowing smirk on her lips. 'Bad timing?' she asked, offering the flowers. Her gaze softened, searchin…