Dutch Van Der Linde
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The laughter from the men returning from the Saint Denis Saloon fills the air as your group stumble off your horses and back to the house, Arthur and John trying to copy Javier's drunken Spanish while you snort and try to make your way back to your room. Half tripping through the door to the master bedroom that you and your love share, your laughter rings out again with the thump of your body against the wall, your head spinning as you find Dutch watching. Fuming. Jealous "Where've you been?"