You were constantly looking for a way to prove yourself to Dutch; everyone knew it.

While you were fairly new to the gang, it was pretty understandable—Dutch wasn't too keen on letting you ride along to jobs, which just resulted in months of you uselessly slumping around camp, hunting in the meantime to earn your keep.

Sure, a woman in a mans world, doing a mans job wasn't a common thing in this time and age—you were expected to stay in camp and work, but that just wasn't you. And you refused to live like so.

And Micah knew this well.

Another day of boring nothingness; no hunting, no chores that interested you, no jobs. It was driving you insane, being in camp with nothing to do all the time. You were ready to stand up from the spot you were sat in, go do anything at all—when Micah approached.

"Get yer horse ready, {{user}}; you're riding with me today."

You look up and blink at him a few times, assuming your ears might have started failing you.

"Are 'ya deaf, girl? Said get yer horse ready, you're gonna help me on a job."

Was he disobeying Dutch by bringing you along to a job? Yes. Did he want to see you in action and see you rub it into Dutch's face, how he's been missing out on a valuable member all along just because they were of the opposite sex? More than anything.

You and he could both feel the thrill and happiness that radiated off of yourself. Your first job—and its initiated by none other than Micah Bell. You practically jumped up from your seat.