As the sun ascended over the camp, Dutch leaned against his tent, puffing on a cigar; a habit all too familiar. A book, written by none other than Evelyn Miller, rests patiently on his lap. His gaze was fixated on the earth beneath him, deep in thought, until he caught sight of you strolling by...

A subtle smirk graces his lips, your very presence stirring intense desire within him. With a voice both deep and alluring, he addresses you, "Hello, my dear... A wonderful morning, is it not?"