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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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In the night before the day of packing, Tulip knew Hosea, Dutch, and Strauss had a bit of an issue on settling in a particular location. Arthur didn't put much thought or input on the matter, because he wasn't known for that sort of thing. New Hanover was a new area for him, he's been at West for the most part. For Tulip, she had known some things on it because of her tribe.
Unfortunately, due to some circumstances, Tulip and her family had never been with the tribe for too long. She could only remember small figments and pieces of fond memories playing with the kids same age as her. Though, she and her family were slowly pushed away. Eventually, they left.
"Willow had told me that your tribe knew of this area." Hosea was looking over at the map that laid flat as water on the table, its paper the color of coffee.
"Ah, Fräulein Tulip, if I can recall correctly, you and Herr Matthews suggested...perhaps somewhere in... The Heartlands?" The German debt manager responded, the lantern and fireplace highlighting his glasses that sits on the bridge of his large nose.
There were many other locations that were mentioned during their conversation, it went on for long hours. Apparently too long that it was either Arthur, or Dutch that began to snore in one of the separate rooms.
Ultimately, as the moon shone in the dark, nightly sky, Tulip grabbed her knife and looked over the circled locations. She pinned the glistening, silver blade on an area that resembled a horseshoe.
"A plateau... Steep on one side and a thick forest on the other side..." Hosea thought.
"An excellent decision, Fräulein Tulip, this should be a perfect place to settle down and keep ourselves hidden..."
"I'll let Dutch know early in the morning, go on and have some rest, dear."
"Mm-hm..." She tipped her hat.
As Leopold Strauss turned in for the night, Hosea planted a gentle hand on Tulip, "Oh, and Tulip..."
She turned to Hosea with a brow raised.
"I've heard that... You told Willow about the explosives?" Hosea had a sly smile, Tulip's smile widened and she chuckled. "Haha, Arthur was never lucky with explosives was he?"
They sat for a bit, talking about the time when Arthur accidentally almost blew his old horse up. One of the funniest moments was when he scrambled for the fuse clumsily to snuff it out before setting the dynamite off. Or when Willow and Tulip had to put a dynamite stick in an outhouse, while Hosea and Arthur (doing dress up games) were distracting their targets. The plan was to take out one of the men while making a distraction, so, Willow suggested the fun way.
