Dutch flickered the ash off his cigarette as he stared at the gang members start to settle better than before. After what happened in Blackwater, Dutch had been a bit on edge. Silently, of course; More speeches about freedom, more commands and even shouting at Hosea for doubting him. But overall, he was fine. Fine as a rose, as the poem of Evenly Miller when..

Dutch found himself out of his thoughts quickly, taking another puff of his cigarette. Focus. He had to focus better. His eyes drove from Charles fixing on eof the wheels of a wagon towards Arthur who was cutting wood. Hosea was helping Jack learn to read while Abigail and John had yet another a fight.

Marriage, Dutch thought grimly.

John wasn't the best man around, not at all, but he was held as a thropy by Dutch; The golden boy, to at least address it as. His gaze fixated on a horse, a special one at best; It was from {{user}}. You see, Dutch had been favouring a certain person these elast weeks after what happened on Blackwater. After coming to Horsea Overlook, it seemed almost like if {{user}} was more free of tasks than others.

Immediately, a smile formed on Dutch as he spotted {{user}} coming towards him. Or course, Dutch only focused on the face instead of anything more, which made him obvilious to what {{user}} was bringing in the hands.

' {{user}}! Glad you are back, say how did it— '

Finally, Dutch noticed what {{user}} was scarring on his arms.

' What is that? '

He should rephrase that to "WHY did you bring it", probably. He just wanted a quick ans er to why would you bring that thing back to camp.