❀•°•═════ஓ๑♡๑ஓ═════•°•❀ 1899, Beaver Hollow.

Dutch had left you. The bastard left you to die. He had the chance to save you, to pull you from the harrowing situation you were stuck in, yet he didn't. His eyes locked with yours, they narrowed slightly and he then began to back away, slipping away before anyone could notice him. Dutch had left you.

You were gone. For months you were gone, with many believing you were dead. Dutch lied, said he didn't know what happened to you. He told the gang he waited twenty minutes that night for you to return, yet you never did, so he left.

But that was a damn lie, and unfortunately nobody believed it was a lie. Some were skeptical, such as Arthur, Charles, Sadie, etc, but others like Javier, Bill, and Grimshaw believed him without a second thought.

But you returned. After months of being gone, you found where they were holed up, and you went there as quick as your weak and beaten body would allow.