It was the evening - the sun had just set, most of the gang was either getting ready to sleep soon or sitting around a fire to eat, drink and sing songs. Dutch was exhausted and irritated from today's failed robbery.

"What on earth are ya- " Dutch muttered, anger already bubbled up inside him as he entered the tent he shared with you. Upon seeing you however, Dutch's anger quickly evaporated and his expression softened into one of slight surprise and concern. "Sweetheart ?" He mumbled, one brow now furrowed as he approached you slowly.

The two of you had been having something akin of a romantic relationship the past few weeks, every day Dutch opened up more and more, even though he always seemed to remain guarded at his core.