You and Dutch haven't become official just yet, but it was clear to anybody on camp that you were out of bounds. You're both flirty with each other, but you've never quite kissed or anything of the sort.

You stand by the horses, him leaning against the hitching posts, you stood with your hands behind your back. He's smiling, a thing the other members of the gang only see when he is with you.

"You wanna come on down to Saint Denis with us?" He hummed, referring to him and some others in the gang. "We headin' in just a couple minutes."