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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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Tulip's eyes snapped open, she jolted awake and rubbed her eyelids. It's been a few days since their strenuous traveling. The sounds of a grieving woman in the cabin was what woken her up, it was an ugly sound that made old memories resurface while she was in deep slumber. Willow was already awake, who smiled when Tulip glanced at her. It was Miss Adler who was weeping, and in another corner, Abigail was comforting Jack. Tulip knew it was because of her husband, John, who still hasn't returned. But this time, it wasn't intentional.
"Mornin' Tulip, it's still chilly, but we have some room 'round the fire for ya." Most of the ladies were all gathered by the fireplace, Tulip declined. One of the men of the gang who wore a poncho, was smoking in a corner. He's a Mexican who was forced to flee from his country because of a murder as she recalled. Both him and her tipped their hat as a form of greeting.
The noises of the storm still rage on, and outside, Tulip saw the grass and bits of life sprouting out of the snow already. It was May's winter spring storms after all, though, she wished it didn't have to come to this and ending up in one of the coldest damn places Willow and Tulip has ever been to.
"Are you gon' go out?" Willow asked.
Tulip looked around the depressing room, she thought for a moment, there were no Pinkertons and O'Driscolls may be wandering about. But considering how far and long it took for Dutch and the others to return, that rival gang must be far enough to not realize Dutch's gang is here, yet.
Tulip pulled out a map, Willow looked at her in curiosity. Tulip moved her hands and fingers to Willow, who slowly shook her head. Then, Tulip pointed to Miss Adler, to the map. A few of the others around the cabin noticed her moving her hands and making signs that they couldn't understand.
"Okay." Willow stood up to Miss Adler, Tulip's map in her hand. "Miss?" Adler, who was being comforted by one of the ladies of the gang, looked up at her. "Pardon, but can you point out where your place was on this map?"
"S- Sure..." This was the first time Tulip heard her voice, it was scratchy and coarse. "This was our... My ranch, here..."
Willow and Tulip didn't want to bother the crying woman, but it was important. Willow came back to Tulip, the some of the others were watching, they didn't have much to do. Other than to listen to the sorrowful and heaviness of their situation around them, even Adler was wondering why Willow has asked. "Ranch's here...and our camp's here..." Tulip shook her head, the O'Driscolls would be too far, but she still regarded them with caution in case she'd encounter them.
