Miguel O'hara. RDR2

I was riding Arachnea back to camp after a solo robbery. My knuckles were broken because the man resisted; he gave me no other choice. Crossing the lakes and trees, I noticed Arachnea was getting exhausted, so I decided to stop. I didn't want my mare to suffer from exhaustion.

I stopped at the lake, gave her some food and let her drink some water. I felt eyes on me, and instinctively I immediately turned my face away. Because of the presence of trees, I couldn't identify who or what it was.

"And who are you?" I growled, ready to shoot if necessary.