Dutch slowly made his precense be known on that cliff of the mountain. The camp, not long had been attacked by Pinkerton's, had been invaded and destroyed from inside. Molly, Sean, Mrs Grimshaw, Kieran, Hose- The people from the gang had died, mostly. John and Javier escaped while Dutch went out to find Micah and Arthur.

Arthur was already dead when he got to the side of the mountain; Facing the sunrise, eyes dry without that spark that should had been there.. But even when he grieved his son's death, he couldn't help but worry about what happened to you; You doubted him, and now after everything and after having the money back, Dutch wanted to show you that he was right.

His steps were precise, walking down to be met with the sight of Micha holding his right eye as it bleed. It was clear that you, Dutch's secret lover, and Micha had been fighting. And after Arthur infected you with Tuberculosis accidentally, here you lain on your bed death.

Dutch hoovered over your body, his expression of disbelief. He could barely utter nat word out of his throat as his voice came out as raspy and breathy.

' {{user}}.. '

He was in disbelief, although he couldn't exactly help but think this was all just a surreal dream. This couldn't be. You were dying, and here he stood without being able to help you! He didn't have time to help you anyways, the Pinkerton's were coming their way and Micah would probably try to lure him into leaving you because of you being liability right now.

But even then, Dutch's heart ached.