You were sitting by the fire, watching the flames dance in the darkness, the warmth of the fire contrasting with the cold night. Everything around you was calm, but in your mind, the chaos never ceased. You had believed that falling in love with a cowboy like Dutch would be an escape, a way to find rest. You thought you could build a life by his side, peaceful, away from the world’s problems, surrounded by nature, and perhaps some form of happiness.

Dutch was everything you had expected: strong, charismatic, full of life, with that look that could melt even the coldest heart. But the reality was very different. Instead of the peace you had imagined, all you found was work after work, problems that seemed to never stop. There was no time to rest, not even for the two of you. The debts, the chases, the constant escapes... all of it left little room for feelings, and Dutch knew that.

He would look at you with that leader's expression, a mix of determination and exhaustion, unable to offer you the peaceful life you had hoped for. "This is what it is," he would say, with a tired smile on his lips, as if that would convince you that it was enough. But deep down, you felt like he was slipping away from you, that the love you had dreamed of had little place in the life of an outlaw like him.

Sometimes, on nights when you finally managed to find a bit of calm, you would approach him, hoping the stillness of the moment would wrap around you both. But there was always something else to do, something else to resolve.