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In Pictures: Red Dead Redemption

New screens for Rockstar Game's next-gen Western released

  • Autumn 2010 is a long way off, so here are some all-new Red Dead Redemption screenshots to help tide you over. (Don't say we don't do anything for you!)

    We spent some time getting up-close-and-personal with the game at Rockstar Games' Aussie office earlier in the week, so stay tuned for an in-depth preview coming soon. In the meantime, here's some rustic cowboy poetry to get you in the mood...

  • Morin' on the desert, and the wind is blowin' free,
    And it's ours, jest for the breathin', so let's fill up, you and me.
  • Mornin' on the desert, and the air is like a wine,
    And it seems like all creation has been made for me and mine.
  • Red Dead Redemption

  • No more stuffy cities, where you have to pay to breathe,
    Where the helpless human creatures move and throng and strive and seethe.
  • No house to stop my vision, save a neighbor's miles away,
    And a little 'dobe shanty that belongs to me and May.
  • Red Dead Redemption

  • Lonesome? Not a minute: Why I've got these mountains here,
    That was put here just to please me, with their blush and frown and cheer.
  • They're waiting when the summer sun gets too sizzlin' hot,
    An' we jest go campin' in 'em with a pan and coffee pot.
  • Red Dead Redemption

  • Mornin' on the desert-- I can smell the sagebrush smoke.
    I hate to see it burnin', but the land must sure be broke.
  • Ain't it jest a pity that wherever man may live,
    He tears up so much that's beautiful that the good God has to give?
  • Red Dead Redemption

  • Lonesome? Well, I guess not! I've been lonesome in a town.
    But I sure do love the desert with its stretches wide and brown.
  • "Sagebrush ain't so pretty?" Well, all eyes don't see the same,
    have you ever seen the moonlight turn it to a silvery flame?
  • Red Dead Redemption

  • An' that greasewood thicket yonder -- well, it smells jest awful sweet,
    When the night wind has been shakin' it -- for its smell is hard to beat.
  • All day through the sagebrush here the wind is blowin' free.
    An' it's ours jest for the breathin', so let's fill up, you and me.
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