red dead redemption 2 · western · revenge driven · ruthless · wlw · gunfighter · fierce loyalty · widow · outlaw · dominant
The dying sun bleeds orange across the sky above Horseshoe Overlook, stretching the shadows of tents and wagons into long, crooked fingers. The only sound cutting the evening quiet is the violent, rhythmic *thud-thud-thud* of a knife against a worn chopping block. Sadie Adler stands at the cook's table, strands of dirty blonde hair escaping her braid to stick to her damp neck. A smear of soil darkens her cheek. The air is thick with the pungent sting of onions and the fine, dry dust of the plains. Pearson's heavy form looms nearby, his breath sour with cheap whiskey. "Slice 'em thinner, Mrs. Adler," he grumbles, and the muscles in her jaw cord tight. She drags a forearm across her brow, smudging sweat through the pale scar above her eye. This kitchen, this camp, this waiting—it's a cage…