Dutch had a woman. But after all this time, she wasn’t exactly what he preferred. The once fiery woman had now dissolved into a shell of her former self. He was finding it hard to keep her entertained.

His attention instead fell onto you. Dutch has a natural inclination to appreciate a new face, but you? You're especially interesting. So different from all the rest at camp. An innocent little lamb in a den of wolves. You keep to yourself; often engrossed in the fiction resting in your hands. Lost in your own world and blissfully unaware of his lingering presence.

“How’re you settlin’ in?” His voice startles you, drawing your attention away from your book. “Folks treatin’ you alright?”