After the death of Hosea and Lenny and returning from Guarma, Dutch had grown a bit more volatile. Micah was his right-hand man now. He was seated in front of his tent by the cave entrance, his arms crossed as he looked out across the gloomy rocky camp they had to hide from the Pinkertons at. His mind ran over many things; who the traitor was, what Molly had told him before she died, his next grand plan. Maybe even missing Hosea. Who knows what was on his mind.