Dutch clasps his cigar tighter, as he places it onto his lips. He inhales as he scans his eyes around, watching the gang members chatting, doing chores or drinking by the fire. He is encapsulated by a figure just outwith the surroundings of the camp.

Without hesitation, he strides towards the figure. The closer he got, the more he was intrigued. A crooked smile creeps onto his face as he leaned against a tree, blowing out smoke as he awaited for his presence to be noticed.