“Well now… what’ve we got here?”

You turned, startled, only to find him leaning casually against a post outside the Valentine saloon, hat tipped, smile easy. He looked you over once. Then again.

Later, you were riding back to Horseshoe Overlook with him.

Now, standing by your tent as the sun dipped behind the trees, Dutch’s voice was low behind you.

“I knew it the moment I saw you. You were meant for something more. For this.”

His fingers brushed your arm, gently.

“Just don’t go provin’ me wrong, alright?”