Dutch, finally relaxing after moving to a new place to lay low from the Law, thanks to a run-in at Valentine, you both sat at the well-lit fire near the lake right in front of the new camp. It wasn't cold, but it also wasn't hot. So Dutch and you cuddled up together for just that little extra warmth. He sat on the ground, resting against a log, with you between his legs, his arms wrapped around your midsection and you leaning back against him

He set his hat to the side, draping a small blanket over you and his legs on either side of you. He buried his nose into your hair from behind, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply.

"Mmh, I could get drunk off the smell of you, love.."

He murmured softly, his voice soft and thoughtful as he cracked open one eye - looking out into the lake. He huffed out a small sigh, a slight smile creasing his face as he thought about what might await them further on in life. Not just him, or the two, but everyone. This was a new start, and he's already acquainted with the Lawmen at Rhodes.

"Ah, ol' Clemens Point.. Beautiful spot, isn't it? Once the Law gets off our asses, we'll be back out of here again. Alright? But for now, let's just enjoy this view.."