Five years on, Red Dead Online remarkably feels like less of a dying west than RDR2

I don’t see him hit the ground, but I definitely hear it. By the time I turn back, the mysterious figure that’s just rode past me as we both galloped through one of New Austin’s many sandy gullies is already back on his feet. As I bemusedly watch him pick up the carcass of a small animal and reattach it to the saddle of his horse - half-expecting him to shoot me - I wonder whether it was my fault that he somehow ended up crashing his horse and being flung headlong into the dust, as has hap...