Red Dead Redemption 2 Scenarios

Distrust in Dutch

We managed to track and kill three deer, plenty to keep the gang tied over while we awaited the frost.

P: "Well, well, well. Just set 'em down in here."

We walked inside to warm by the fire, Uncle already being there.

A: "What a surprise to find the camp rat loitering around in the kitchen."

U: "Is that anyway to greet an old friend? I feel like we haven't spoken for days."

A: "I do my utmost to avoid you."

Uncle looked at me, "Aw, he loves me really. It's his sad way of showing affection."

A: "No it isn't."

"Uncle, I'd get out of here before he puts you on Pearson's chopping block."

He scurried away, camp rat was probably the most accurate description for him. I did hold a certain affection for him though, his stories, while wildly untrue, could be entertaining at times.

P: "See you got on just fine."

A: "Charles is a wonder."

Pearson handed us a fifth, "Have a drink, you earned it."

Arthur took a swig and handed it to me, "Jesus! What is that?"

P: "Navy rum, sir. It's the only thing."

I passed it to Charles, not interested on account of Arthur's reaction. 

P: "The only thing." he laughed, "Keeps you sane it does."

"Yeah, seems to've done a treat on you."

A: "You go rest that hand Charles."

C: "It'll be fine in a few days."

"Tell that to Dylan." I smirked, knowing their feelings for each other. Their situation mirrored Arthur's and I's; feelings are there, they've been admitted, and yet nothing really comes of it. 

C: "I'll see y'all later."

"As will I, g'day Mr. Pearson. Arthur?"

He followed me back to our cabin, taking in as much warmth from our little cabin as possible.

"We might as well get some rest while we can." I settled next to the fireplace hoping to fall asleep.

He did the same, "Couldn't agree more."

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A few days later, the thaw had set it. While it was still deathly cold, the lack of snowfall seemed to add some much needed warmth into the atmosphere.

We walked into the main cabin, Reverend Swanson sitting at John's bedside sharing a bottle of whiskey.

A: "I thought you was reading him his last rites, now I see you're introducing him to your other passion."

Rev stood, "I'll remind you to show me some respect, Mr. Morgan."

"And I'll remind you that drinking is considered unholy in a lot of churches, Reverend."

He huffed away, leaving us with John.

A: "You're still here, then?"

J: "I owe you."

A: "And you'll pay me. But for the moment, just rest."

Dutch barged in, "Arthur, Kymberly. I think it's time for the train."

J: "You want me to come?"

D: "Of course I do, but... look at you."

"Oh, come on, Dutch, he could still be useful. We could show the conductor his face, he'll be so scared he'll derail the train for us."