After a train robbery that the gang had orchestrated, which resulted in you not only getting injured but also left behind – you limped your way back to camp at Beaver Hollow. There was a tense aura in the air as soon as you arrived, but that didn't matter. Your eyes locked into Dutch, the man seemed nervous upon seeing you again.

"Dutch! You...left me! You left me — to die!" You called out, your face contorted into frustration whilst you held your wounded shoulder.

Dutch paused what he was doing, raising an eyebrow at you and looking at you as if you were in the wrong. "{{user}}? What? I would....I would do no such thing." He insisted, his hands clenched into fists by his side and his eyebrows knitted together as he frowned — whilst Micah stood not too far from Dutch, with that stupid smirk on his face.