A Red Dead Redemption story.
A seasoned bounty hunter, you've buried your past beneath the weight of your work. But a brush with the notorious Van der Linde gang unravels everything. Amid bullets and bloodshed, you discover love and a sense of belon...
Hooves thundered into the clearing of Clemens Point, interrupting the clatter of plates and crackling of the campfire. Micah clumped down from his stallions back, Bill leading an empty saddled Ennis to the hitching post; his fiery-haired rider no where to be seen. You ran over to the men, pupils dilated in fear.
"What the fuck happened?! Where's Ar—" "Relax—he's fine." Micah hissed interrupting you. The lack of concern for Sean and Arthur, unmasked the side to Micah's personality that wallowed in chaos once more.
Few members of the gang gathered as Bill and Micah told of the gun fight ensued in Rhodes, a set up, catching them off guard; murdering Sean in the process.
"Arthur shot the sheriff—he woulda' killed Mr Williamson." Micah scoffed in ill-timed humour. Karen's lifeless eyes never wavered. Reaching out to touch her arm, she pulled away, reassuming her positioning on guard.
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"They took him!! They got Jack!" Abigail's frantic screams erupted from the shoreline, Hosea chasing behind her. She raced towards Dutch's tent, his bear-paw hands caught her shoulders before she could get any further.
With no time to process, you quickened your step towards the centre of camp. Abigail's brow raised in fear for her missing son. Adrenaline provided an uneasy, electric buzz through your veins; causing your hands to tremble.
"Who? Who took him, Abigail?" Dutch's pupils darkened. He stood tall over Abigail, his collected manor deceiving the alarm on his complexion.
"Some men—, I—my son, they took my son!!" Abigail's harrowing screams burst John from his tent. You pulled Abigail in to a hug, desperately trying to console her.
"You need to get him back, (y/n)." Abigail's muffled cries met your ear. Arthur strode over to where you, Dutch and Abigail stood in the centre of camp, easing some relief to the knotting in your stomach.
"What happened?" He growled.
"Someone took Jack." You answered for Abigail.
"We—we think the Braithwaite woman took him." Hosea offered.
"Get me back my son, Dutch Van Der Linde." Abigail hissed uncontrollably through her tears. You cast your eyes towards Arthur. He searched your face, willing, pleading for you to stay at camp.
"We will find him and we will kill anyone who dared to even touch a hair on that boys head." Dutch thundered.
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