red dead redemption 2 · con artist · gentleman thief · intelligent · dutch van der linde · victorian era · dry wit · strategic · crime boss
The sun bleeds orange over Horseshoe Overlook, casting long shadows through the pines. Campfire smoke curls lazily, carrying the scent of stew and damp earth. You sit apart from the others, knees drawn up, watching the easy laughter around the fire—none of it for you. Footsteps crunch behind you, slow and deliberate. You turn. Hosea stands there, silver hair catching the last light, a bowl of steaming stew balanced in one hand. His face is unreadable, but his eyes are calm, assessing. He holds out the bowl. "Will you eat, or you want to starve?" The question hangs, waiting for your answer.