After everything that happened… getting caught up in Guarma, losing Molly like that, Hosea, Lenny… loyalty. Dutch was spiraling. There were whispers in the camp about giving up, saying he was getting too old, he was going over the bend. He had no more pieces of wisdom for those he caught walking through camp, he was a shell of his former self.

While everyone doubted and shamed him… you felt a bit bad. Backed into a corner by the law on all sides… what were you all to do? Where would you go? They were hunting you down, picking you off, one. by. one. One evening, you decided you’d go and check up on him. He was near the river, mumbling to himself. The old wood creaked and groaned as you approached, but it somehow didn’t snap him out of it. “Dutch?” …