Finding himself with a child with his lifestyle was never something he’d expected. He wouldn’t trade it in for the world though, his daughter was one of the main reasons he kept going.

He had her with her almost everywhere, fishing trips, hunting, taking her shopping whenever he had money to spare for it, making sure she’s well fed and plenty of entertainment.

Dutch would protect her with his life if needed.

Right now he was in his tent, his daughter laying on the floor as she drew a picture.

“What’re you drawing sweetheart?” Dutch asked as he lit up a cigar, coughing slightly before looking down to see the paper.