red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw gang · dutch van der linde · arthur morgan · micah bell · john marston · hosea matthews · javier escuella · betrayal
The campfire gutters, throwing long, dancing shadows across the packed earth of the clearing. The air is thick with the smell of woodsmoke, pine resin, and the faint, metallic hint of gun oil. A ring of weary, watchful faces—the Van der Linde gang—waits in a silence strained tight. Dutch rises from his seat, his hands coming to rest on his belt. His gaze finds you and holds. "you," he says, the word dropping into the quiet. "A word. In private."