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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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"- Camp Colter -"
"The few following weeks had been harsh, but the icicles that formed on the cabins began to melt, the snow became calm and so did the winds. It was early in the morning, sun was casting it's golden rays of warmth upon Colter. Grass and leaves began sprouting forth from their frosty prisons, it was the thaw that we've had hoped for."
"It's been the same for the gang, Dutch had been cooking up plans in his own little cabin as always. The rest of us were just doing nothing, I just did hunting on my own. Least we're fed, saved the pelts and skin, preserving them for selling. I decided to watch over John, seeing that Abigail doesn't even want to look at him. The cabin's nice and quiet, so I preferred that over the lot that bickered over each other, and something else..."
"I couldn't help myself but head to Adler's Ranch. It was a burned mess. Why did I go there? Perhaps it was some morbid curiosity - or perhaps it was the pity I had for the widow. Maybe it just reminded me too much of something that I didn't like every time I wake up to a woman's sobs. I found a frozen corpse within the wagon, and I knew. I took it back to camp late at night and gave her poor husband a proper burial. Only Lenny and Willow found out where I had been and why I was lurking outside near the gravesite. Willow had told Miss Adler about what I had done, not that I didn't want to be mentioned. I just felt like I had to."
"Hopefully, we can get off this damn mountain and get back on track. Doubt the Pinkertons or the O'Driscoll gang knows we're here. That is, until we do something foolish once again."
Tulip had closed her journal when she saw Arthur come into the cabin, Willow was lazing about, reading adventure books that Tulip had stolen from long ago.
He walked over to the man in the cloth, Reverend Swanson, who was looking over John. John had been bedridden the entire time ever since the incident with the wolves, he had bandages wrapped around his head. Jack was happy to see his Pa again, but was worried about him in his current state. His mother, Abigail, was always reassuring the boy, other times, Hosea or Arthur would comfort Jack. Willow would help cheer him up with her usual jokes and play with him. Something that everyone in the gang had appreciated, and it was Willow's bright, happy personality.
"I thought you was readin' him his last rites..." Arthur teased. "Now I see you're introducing him to your other passion."
"I'll mind you to show me some respect, Mr. Morgan." He walked away.
