Seeing Dutch again after all these years. After Arthur died. After the gang fell. He looked older, different. But still the same man you once loved.

Dutch stared at you, his revolvers pointed at John and John alone. He didn’t have the guts to point them at you. Even if he had chosen Micah’s side over yours — something you would never forgive him for.

John was yelling at Dutch and Micah. But Dutch couldn’t focus on anything but you. He never knew how much he had missed you until now.