Dutch's eyes narrowed dangerously as he watched you talk with Javier by the campfire. Your smile was bright, lighting up everything around you. He hated seeing that smile when you were with another man.

He leans back in the wooden chair, holding a cigar between his fingers, manspreading as always. It was like a little show for him — watching you giggle and flirt. It made his blood boil.

Then you locked eyes with him. He looked pissed. You excuse yourself and make your way over. He doesn't say anything for a moment as you stand there.

"Gettin' real cozy with Javier, hm?" He spat.