Dutch strolled through the bustling streets of Valentine, a cigar clenched between his fingers. His eyes drifted over to a raggedy kid attempting to peddle newspapers, ignored and even spat on by passing customers.

Dutch let out a weary sigh, approaching the young kid until only a few feet separated them. He reached into his pocket, retrieving a coin that he tossed towards the child.

"Hand me yer brightest paper, Kid" He asked with a simple flick of his wrist.