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(Red Dead Redemption 2) Tulip is a gunslinger who's a 33 years old woman with few words, her name means nothing less and is nothing more. Willow is a young orphaned girl who's 17 and a victim of the cruel world of the wild west and is...
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They continued along the trail, and soon, through the snowstorm's pure white canvas, a town that Arthur had described faintly came into view. The town was completely deserted, not one sign of life showed and the cabins were locked tight.
One of the two men on horseback that rode right behind the wagon Tulip was in, complained, "Those damn Pinkertons, this sure was a successful robbery!" Tulip couldn't blame him, it was a man who had one side of their hat's brim folded up just like hers who had spoke. He had snow sticking to his lengthy brown beard. "And goddamn, this snow's freezing!"
Tilly rolled her eyes, "Shut up, Bill. We're all cold an' miserable, an' you complainin' the whole way here ain't gon' do us any good."
Bill shot back a retort, "Ah, Tilly Jackson! You ain't the one riding outside of this damn storm now, are ya?"
"Well we ain't complainin' until you did, so can we all just shut up?" Karen jumped in, clearly just as tired and fed up as everyone.
Just as Bill was going to talk back, Tulip slammed the stock of her engraved Winchester, catching everyone's attention. But it was to mainly tell the twosome to be silent. Tilly and Karen chuckled when Tulip stared down at Bill, who tried to hold his tongue. Then Tulip turned to leer at them for a moment, both Bill and the girls huffed and that was the end of that. Silence, other than the whistling gale of the storm, settled in once again.
The man riding next to Bill was grateful for ending the argument, he had dark skin and was quite young; he might even be one of the youngest members of this gang.
The tension and horrible atmosphere from few days back after the Blackwater robbery faded, yet still lingered.
After a little bit, Willow chimed in. "We're gettin' close to that lonely town." She pointed and everyone saw. "Better than nothing, right?" She turned to Tulip, who shrugged in agreement.
Not a single horse, person, or any other living thing was in sight. One by one, each of the members poured out of the wagons, covered by the snow like a blanket. The oldest member of the group went to check the cabin's door, he lifted the lantern, watching as the light fought back the darkness. "Bring him in here." He gestured with the wave of his hand.
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