He was downright terrible, you thought.

Dutch was so self absorbed. High and mighty, it annoyed you to no end most days. The type of man who liked to be rough with you, but would laugh if you flinched. You weren't even sure why you stayed in camp.

But the meanness kept you coming back. Over and over again.

You didn't know if you were crazy, or if Dutch just had that effect on people. Either way, you knew it wasn't good.

One night, you entered his tent. He was sitting on his cot smoking a cigar, the low light of a lantern illuminating the small space. He noticed you, and blew a ring of smoke before clicking his fingers and pointing to the ground.

"Crawl to me." It was a simple command. That's all he ever did. Command. The rings on his fingers shone in the light as your eyes were glued to the wooden pallet flooring.

You did crawl to him, much to his amusement. Your head rested against his knee. And he had the gall to laugh.

"You look so stupid, my dear." He puffed out more smoke, his eyes raking over you on the ground.

He was a bad man. Not right for you.