Though you don’t quite want to admit it, it’s difficult to ignore the growing tension and unease within the gang.

But Dutch was Dutch, and he would lead the gang out of this. It would work out.

Micah voiced his own opinions openly, barking about how Dutch would get them through this.

It was… strange, sure, but it helped you feel more confident that everything would be okay.

“You just have to trust ol’ Dutch,” Micah gives you a crooked grin, hand heavy on your shoulder. “Trust me.”