(Red Dead Redemption 2 Story)
'𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 - 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶.'
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From the author that brought you 'Playing Dangerous'
You are the daughter of one of the most brutal, sought after 'Guns for Hire'...
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A crisp coldness swept the early morning surroundings of O'Creagh's run. You thought you'd be welcome to chillier air after the sweltering inescapable heat of Lemoyne - but after an hour or so already of helping Hosea track this bear, your fingers were frozen stiff.
The pair of you trekked through the wild long grass, uncultivated in it's coverage with smattering spots of flowers growing in patches here and there. Soon enough you were scaling a sloping hillside, your breath pluming in the frosty air in front of you as Hosea studied careful clues for signs of the bear.
"I think he's been here recently... there's some fresh dung." He commented thoughtfully. "He couldn't of gone too far."
The older man turned to you and began rooting through his satchel.
"I say we set up some bait here and wait nearby." He recommended, and you were happy to comply - crouching behind a Boulder and smothering on that cover scent Mr Matthews had thrown into your hands some minutes ago.
The pair of you waited, waited some more - listening to the quiet stillness of the wild which was such a welcome contrast to the bustling world that was slowly eating away at such surroundings.
The wind rustled through the deep green leaves of the trees, birds chirped - dipping and diving through the air, spanning the skies for miles away. Eventually, the unmistakable grunting of a bear could be heard from somewhere behind the rock where you two had taken cover.
Hosea peeked around the corner, gasping immediately as he pressed his back tightly against the rugged grey surface of the Boulder.
"Goddamn that is one big bastard." He whispered, clutching his rifle tightly. "We only got one chance, (name)." He whispered, seemingly psyching himself up to be able to face the damn thing - who wouldn't? After glancing yourself you could verify the sheer size of this grizzly.
The beast had been tucking into the bait on the ground, snout muzzling through the grass before it lifted its head at the sight of Hosea appearing. There was a flash of primal drive in the creature's eyes - like big black orbs surrounded by scar tissue from scraps with other bears. Bears that probably came off worse than this thing.
Hosea fired the rifle, but you could see the fear that had taken over the man once the bear had set sights on him. The bullet whirled through the air and merely clipped at the ginormous bear's upper leg. Of course, this did little to disable it and seemed to infuriate it more than anything.
You heard Hosea's panicked cries, and shot up yourself in hopes to turn this rather disastrous situation around.
Much like the situations prior - the O'Driscoll shootout with Arthur, at your old house with Sadie - a fixation on time seemed to disperse completely and it was as if you had full freedom and control to work without the pressures of precious seconds ticking by.
