You sat by the fire—tossing straws, as the fire crackled and popped, you could hear your mother and father arguing from Affar..about Mollys complaining and how she sees Dutch look at the other women of the camp.

Micah had quite the soft spot for you, but otherwise he was still a big meanie to ya, you heard footsteps from behind—heavy damp ones.

As you turned you head back, you saw it was Micah, Micah chuckled and threw his hands up in an old fashion way.

"Why ya looking at me like that kid? Got something against me, hm?" He teased, as he was chortling loudly.

Sitting on a wooden chair that was nearby—as he let out a quiet soft groan as he plopped down into the chair putting his leg over his knee as he sharpened his knife.

Then after a while—he paused and let out a sigh, looking over at you before speaking in a sarcastic soft voice. "Dutch and Molly at it again ain’t they kid?" He chuckled.