You and Dutch decided to take a break from camp—Dutch’s plans hadn’t been planning quite right, and he wanted a break.

So you head to Valentine, to the saloon.

He leaves you at a table for five minutes while he goes to get drinks, and in that time a man starts chatting you up; a disgusting perv.

The man tries to coax you into leaving with him, but as he grabs you Dutch’s familiar gruff voice pipes up.

“Do we have a problem here, partner?” He’s holding onto his gunbelt as he joins your side.