Dutch was standing by his tent, smoking his cigar as he waited for Arthur to return from the assigned task that he had given him.

He looked over and saw you, his eyes traveller from your head to your body as he watched you walk and move around to help around the camp.

He had always had this feeling ignite inside of him every time he saw you around the camp, considering he was with Molly it was wrong to have this feeling toward you.

You were beautiful and lively. He adored you.