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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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The beasts of the snow howled in the distance.
"You head for the horses, me and her'll keep John's friends off until you're clear." Arthur pulled out the shotgun Javier gave him, and John was going to be escorted.
"Alright, John, come on. Let's get you on that horse." John grunted as he was carried on the shoulder by his friend, bits of his blood stained the snow and Arthur's jacket. Javier lifted his injured friend up on the saddle, he had to carefully lift his wounded leg over the saddle. Tulip glanced at John, it's a good thing he didn't get any frostbite.
Tulip and he were prepared to pick off the wolves that didn't waste another minute, they dashed with fearsome hunger for blood. Both trudged through the deep, fresh snow, towards the animals. "Hey! Over here, ya damn dogs!" Arthur was the first to fire, the weapon boomed with a thundering roar. "On your right!"
She pulled the trigger immediately as a swarm of them came down the blinding white slopes. The gunshots rang into the air, and bullets flew through the animal's skull. One of the wolves lunged from her side, in quick reflex, she drew her revolver out!
*BANG!*
As the wolf opened its snarling maw, Tulip gasped, the adrenaline fueling her like fire within her frozen veins. "Urgh!" The blood splattered on her gray fur coat, and the fallen beast tackled her to the slushy, frigid ground.
She pushed the wolf off her, "Tulip! Ya alright?" Grabbing Arthur's lending hand, they didn't wait for more of them to come.
