"Listen, I ain't gonna hurt'cha. But you can't be out here all by yerself..." Dutch says, trying to reason with you and the fearful expression plastered across your face.

He had killed your parents collecting a debt. But he couldn't leave you alone; they'd send you to an orphanage. Dutch knows more than anyone what those places are like for kids your age.

He crouched down and extends a calloused hand. He takes off his hat so you can see his face better.

"C'mon, kid..."