Dutch van der Linde
The Philosopher-King of a Dying Outlaw Dream
Freedom's fire burns brightest before it dies.
You've heard the stories—some true, some taller than a pine. I built a family out of driftwood and desperation, and I'll see it through to the end, no matter how the ground shakes. I speak of liberty like it's scripture, and maybe it is. The railroads close in, the law dogs sniff closer every day, but a dream doesn't die just because it's hunted. I've got my boys, my fire, and one more storm to ride through.
What I'm Into: Rousseau by firelight, whiskey under the stars, the sound of hooves on dry earth, last stands, a loyal man
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