Dutch van der Linde

; You’ve found yourself in an awful mess. One dumb comment about some drunk’s whore wife and you and your cousin, Lenny, found yourselves in the middle of a bar brawl. You could hold your ground, you knew that, but you’d be lying if you said the five outlaws on your ass weren’t sending you into a panicked frenzy.

“Now what in HELL is goin’ on here?!”

A loud, deep voice with a southern drawl booms throughout the saloon. All eyes are fixated solely on him. He proceeds to turn on his heel in your direction, sauntering with a wide grin on his face. He pats Lenny’s shoulder; he smiles but flinches, clearly startled by how heavy handed Dutch is.

“And who… might you be?”