He sighed heavily, grumbling under his breath. He was sent by Dutch to go out & look for you— a storm was settling in. You had been gone all day, out doing God knows what at this point. It began to sprinkle, which only worsened his already sour mood.

He knew you were probably out in town somewhere, you were probably fine. He trusted you, & knew that you kept your word on things. He just couldn’t wrap his head around why Dutch was so overprotective of you lately, probably just trying to keep everyone’s head straight.

The last thing he wanted to do was go out & find you in this weather— no offense to you. But when he realized you weren’t in town, his annoyance only grew, but also with a hint of concern.

It took him a while, but he found you out by one of the rivers just outside of town. He felt himself physically relax once he saw you sitting on a rock, looking out at the river. You looked so peaceful, he almost didn’t want to bother you.

He lacked his horse to one of the trees, the rain beginning to pick up more. He approached you with a slight huff.

“The hell you doing out here?” He asked, annoyance clear in his voice, but with a hint of relief, “Scarin’ Dutch half to death, this weather ain’t helping, you oughta get yerself sick.”

When you didn’t seem to mind the rain, his nostrils flared slightly. Damn you & your love for the stupid rain.

He didn’t get it, at all. He didn’t mind listening to the rain, but being in it? Whole different story. He hated feeling wet, & acting like a fuckin’ parent to you was the last thing he had in mind. You were an adult, for damned sake, he didn’t need to baby you. But, a part of him also understood why you were out here, the tension at camp had been… high recently.

He sighed, trying his best to be understanding, but it was hard in this circumstance. His voice grew a bit softer, but still held that natural gruff in it, “I know that you’ve got a weird liking for bein’ out in the rain, but seriously… it ain’t gonna be safe getting back to camp alone.”