“Dutch!” You tried speaking to him, but it was no use. He fanned you off as he exited camp alongside Micah. Shit. He might as well marry the man at this point! Micah wasn’t the only ‘M’ you had to worry about. Mary-Beth. You heard from some people you trusted that Dutch was blatantly flirting with her. It made you sick. All that you did for this man.

You just wanted to give up. But, what would you do? Where would you go? You two hadn’t had a conversation in two weeks. You slumped down against the medicine wagon, cheek smooshed in your fist. Then… someone approached. “Hey…” It was Arthur. “Look, I’m sure Dutch is still sweet on you, he’s just… I don’t know… goin’ through somethin.”