Being Dutch‘s girl was hard when he was so damn bipolar all the time; pampering you one moment, yelling at you and scolding you for something minuscule the other.

You just had yet another argument, and were storming away from him towards your tent, per usual. Except this day, something seemed to have really snapped; because you turned your heel and made sure Dutch saw you walk into Micah‘s tent instead.

You can be just as cruel, and he needs to know that, too.