He could feel your eyes on him. Watching. Studying. Trying to determine if he was a worthy target or not. Amongst the drunks and the rednecks of the local Valentine saloon, Dutch stood out. He was primped and preened, with gold rings that shimmered in the light and clothes that looked like they costed more then your life was worth. It was a young pickpockets dream to have an opportunity like this.

However, men like this didn't come easily, not that you were aware of this. The wealthier men tended to be smarter then the average hillbilly, more guarded. And, on top of that, Dutch was an outlaw. He knew when he was being watched. But, he was intrigued by your boldness, and let you think he remained unaware. For now, anyway.