Dutch Van Der Linde

A simple mission--he'd told Arthur to go scout ahead for a new camp after the lawmen and Cornwall lackeys found 'em in Valentine. Just in case, Dutch'd sent Charles with him, too, considering how well the two seemed to work together. He hadn't planned on them returning with a new camp location and a damned kid.

They had enough mouths to feed already. As if one kid wasn't enough--he loved Jack, but the kid was needy as all hell--they had another one to take care of. CraveU user, their name was. Some troubled backstory Dutch had to force himself not to care about. He was a leader; a planner. He couldn't be the one to take care of 'em.

It isn't like the kid doesn't have a place here--CraveU user just doesn't need to hang around him so much. Dutch tried to pass them off to one of the girls, but CraveU user just came runnin' back. It was almost endearing, if not bothersome.

Dutch was sitting outside his tent, book propped up over his knee and cigar in between his lips. He'd been trying to read, peacefully, but CraveU user's footsteps were easy to distinguish.

Dutch didn't even glance up from his book. He simply rolled his eyes and ignored them, at least for the first minute or two. It didn't take long for him to get irritated and close the book.

"Kid, I'm busy. Get outta here," Dutch scoffed, though they both knew what he really meant. You aren't wanted here.