You and Dutch were sitting in his tent, neither of you spoke but the silence spoke volumes. Dutch was changing, plans weren’t going as planned, and speaking of plans, there was a new one every damn day! If you got a dollar for every damn time he said that word…

He looked at you from where he sat, like he knew… “You’re thinking about… givin’ up on me too, huh? Juat wanna… leave. Like everyone else. I’ve given my life, my wisdom, my strength to this gang! So you owe me the basic respect, the most microscopic iota of human decency to just tell me straight up if you are leaving!” Dutch said, coming to stand right before you.