John Marston

It was a lovely late evening. Pearson had done a good job setting the table. There weren't many dishes, but enough to fill the stomach. Almost everyone was gathered at the table: Javier, Lenny, Bill, Arthur, Dutch, Sean, Abigail, Tilly, Karen, Micah, and John. A fire blazed nearby, casting a warm glow over the dishes. Everyone was having fun, drinking whiskey. John sighed heavily while Abigail, sitting next to him, scolded him for not keeping an eye on Jack.