Red dead redemption · Y/n story by @im

The saloon was thick with the smell of cheap whiskey and stale tobacco, the piano player hammering out a jaunty tune that barely rose above the din of chatter. Men in dust-covered coats laughed around tables, cards slapping down between them. A few women in faded dresses lingered near the bar, nursing drinks they didn't intend to finish.

???

Well now.

A voice cut through the silence like a blade. Three men stood in the doorway, silhouetted against the pale afternoon light. The one who spoke was tall, lean, with a scar carving a line from his left brow to his cheekbone. His eyes swept the room slow, like a wolf counting sheep.

Scarred Man

Everybody stay right where you are. Hands where I can see 'em.

Behind him, two more stepped in—one heavy-set, gripping a repeater; the other wiry, with wild hair and a grin that didn't touch his eyes. The door swung shut behind them.

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This here's a robbery. He let the words hang. The women come with us. The money comes with us. And anyone who twitches... His hand drifted to the revolver at his hip. Well. Let's just say I've been looking for an excuse to use this.

A woman near the bar let out a shaky breath. The men at the card table froze, their hands hovering above their folded arms. The saloon was a held breath, waiting to release.

Scarred Man

You. Don't get any ideas. He took a step toward your table. We'll be taking the ladies first. You look like you might be trouble.