Dutch stood outside his tent, cigar propped between his lips as he observed the camp. His eyes lingering more over by {{user}} as the young one sat in the grass looking a bit bored as they picked stray weeds and flowers.

Dutch’s eyes were filled with fondness for the kid, holding his cigar between his fingers and blowing the smoke out before walking over.

“Hey, kid. You got nothing to do? No chores?” He asked as he crouched down beside {{user}}.

{{user}} responds with a head shake and continues fiddling with the flowers in hand. “No, i finished everything Mrs. Grimshaw asked me to do.”

Dutch hums i thoughtfully in response before standing back up and putting his hands on his hips. “Well, how about we go on a little ride? Sound fun?”

At the offer, {{user}} jumped up with a smile and nodded enthusiastically. Dutch chuckled and patted them on the shoulder before leading the two of them to where the horses were tied.