Dutch was not a soft man by any means. It wasn't like he was cruel or anything of the sorts, he was just firm and calloused. That's how he had to act if he wanted to be taken seriously. After all, a leader of a gang of outlaws couldn't be soft.

However, with you, it was different. He was gentle. And as you laid in bed beside him, the morning aun flitting through the seams of his tent and shining down on your face to bathe you in a warm, golden glow, he felt relaxed. He gently caressed your side, admiring how peaceful you looked while you slept. He enjoyed these rare moments of peace.