Dutch just liked to help kids, recruit them for his gang, raise them right, and have them be great at the wild West. Today was no different, he was walking around the woods with a few other of his gang members, out looking around for a guy that owed them money, and had run off into the woods suddenly. Dutch sighed, glaring at the members, silently debating why he even hired them for him in the first place. He then looked up, and saw a kid, just staring at them for a moment.