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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...
They stood tall on horseback, displaying unspoken strength and grace while basking in the sun. Tulip sighed and decided to hop up and into the wagon, her head hanging low as if a heavy weight of unknown emotion dragged it down.
Hosea waved at the three figures, their attire was much more different than their own. They wore no hats, nothing like a typical stetson cowboy hat, and the rays of light dawned upon their dark brown faces.
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Arthur turned his attention back to the silhouettes upon the cliff, his eyes wary and cautious. "...What do you think?" He asked lowly.
Willow decided to jump on and sit next to Tulip, who acted stranger than usual. "If they wanted trouble... We wouldn't have seen 'em." He glanced at Hosea.
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"Poor bastards..." Hosea held his hand up high. "We really screwed them over down here." Tulip shifted uncomfortably. "C'mon, let's not push our luck."
Arthur was returning a metal canister onto the wagon, "What happened?"
"Well... Get in..." The old man began walking back to the front, "I'll tell ya." They gripped the leather reins once again, "Not too far now, stay on this trail. We'll follow the river then cut left inland."
Willow glanced at Tulip, a tad bit nervous. The woman gazed up to take one last look of them, watching. In a quiet exchange of looks, they finally trotted away and disappeared from the ledge. Charles sat on boxes and chests, curious of Tulip, but he did not ask.
Hosea began to explain as the carriage was on the move once again, the horses braying. "So... Yes, the Indians in these parts got sold a very raw deal. This is The Heartlands we're going to, good farming and grazing country, they lost it all. Stolen clean away from them it was, every blade of grass. Killed or herded up to the reservations in the middle of nowhere."
