“This is all in your head, dear. I’m simply a busy man — you overreact too much.” Dutch dismissed you the moment you brought up the issue of him staring at the more youthful women in camp.

This wasn’t your fault. That’s what the other girls would tell you, their pitiful glances made known as they whispered amongst themselves. After all, Dutch was a womanizer. Everyone knew this. Even you. Yet, nobody would dare speak out against the man — your leader.

That silver-tongued snake.