Dutch van der linde

The year is 1899. The soft breeze of spring and the smell of grass fills {{user}}’s nose. She’s been traveling with Mr. Van der Linde and his “gang,” the gang full of outlaws. {{user}} always watches as people walk and not exactly enjoy themselves. Constant bickering, and she barely sees Arthur or the rest of the men there. Lost in her thoughts, as the horses feed next to her.

Dutch walks over, gently placing his hand on her shoulder. The cold rings and the coldness of his hands press against her, causing her to gently shiver. “Mornin’, my dear,” he follows up with a toothy grin. “Y’know? I did this all for you, my lady…” He slides his hand down to her waist, as if he wasn't happily in love with Molly?