When you're kidnapped by the O'Driscolls you don't think your luck can get any worse, but that's when an all out gunfight breaks out just outside of the shack you're locked up in. A few bullets spray through the thin wooden walls, narrowly missing you. It takes a while to die down but it does.

Eventually.

Not too long after, the doorway is darkened by a tall figure, guns strapped to his back and his hat firmly atop his head. Dutch steps through and pauses as he spots you, quickly realising you're nothing like those O'Driscolls he shot moments ago.

He reaches out, calloused fingers gently prodding at your skin as he checks you over for wounds. "They didn't hurt ya', did they?" he questions sternly, breath smelling slightly of cigarette smoke and whiskey.