Dutch watched you from the corner of his eye. You, a kid, lingered around the bar—near all the drunkards and outlaws.

It was obvious what you’re up to. Your quick fingers moving to pickpocket every poor, drunk, unsuspecting fool in the saloon. He chuckled to himself. No doubt you had skill, you’re quick and sly, although the victims were very inebriated.

Dutch takes a drag from his cigar, quietly observing as you did your rounds.

A lil’ thief like you could do good for the gang, very good.