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Dutch took the silence as an invitation to continue. Replacing his hands with his mouth on the other mans nipple. He bit gently, suckling the nub between his teeth.

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Dutch made his way back to his own tent in a hurry. Annabelle wasn’t usually something he enjoyed talking about. Often it only reminded him of what Colm O’Driscoll did to her. Even though he hadn’t seen the girl dead with his own eyes, the fact that she never returned to him and the sneer on Colm’s face was all the reassurance he needed. They say that time heals wounds, but the anger and rage Dutch held against the other man only festered and grew like an infected wound.

He took small his at Colm’s gang in revenged, despite preaching to the others that revenge was never the answer and that they had no time for it. Arthur was slowly catching on though, fully aware that Dutch was sinking deeper and deeper into the pit of revenge. As of late things had seemed to be going well. Annabelle was on the back of his mind, while the safety of his family took the forefront. Though brining her up to Mina had only served to remind him of his ulterior goal.

Arriving in his tent he almost shoved Molly out in a fit of rage. He just managed to catch himself before anything unkind could leave his lips. Instead, Dutch found his Evelyn Miller novel and sat down beside the woman to read. Something about Miller’s words calmed him; reminded him of who he was.

It wasn’t long before he grew bored of the words, he had already read a thousand times over. It hadn’t even occurred to him that he had been reading the same passage over and over. His subconscious was somewhere else, though he couldn’t pinpoint just what was bothering him. Setting the book aside he focused his attention on the work that was happening around camp, completely ignoring Molly’s cries for attention.

There was Mr. Pearson who was readying the days meal. Sean busied himself with making molitov cocktails; something he had found interest in not long after joining the gang. Lenny helped Karen move around some of the hay bales. And finally, his eyes landed on Susan, who was barking out directions to the other members. Most of the others shied away from the woman, though one brave soul approached her instead of ran.

Mina had always seemed to fascinate him ever since the day she joined. Not once did she back down from Susan’s onslaught. Instead, he was pretty sure that the two women had become friends. It had certainly struck his fancy to see the two interact. Susan didn’t exactly have a good reputation with a lot of the women that arrive in camp. But something about Mina almost seemed to calm her; which everyone was certainly thankful for.

Dutch’s eyes moved to Mina’s figure, trailing the length of her body from her head to her toes before making their way back up. He had to admit that she was a stunningly good-looking woman. And she had that same fierceness that he loved to see in a woman. Before Dutch could even really register what he was doing, he found his legs carrying him over to Mina’s side, calling out to get attention as he approached.

Mina looked up from what she was doing, which was folding the laundry. She smiled softly finishing up a shirt and laying it down besides her in the basket.

She was very thankful for Dutch and the gang taking her in. Mina made friends with everyone in the camp, including Micah..sometimes. Her and Dutch got along just fine, along with Susan.

Mina and Susan were close friends, almost because on how much they talk and laugh.

When looking up from the clothes pile that she had. Mina noticed Dutch walking up to her and standing with his hand on his hip, leaning up against the tent pole.

Mina couldn’t help but look over the man, he was sure quite handsome. She loved Dutch’s features, and his voice. Also How Dutch moves around, how he struts around with power, mina liked that in a man.

“Well, sure Dutch I would love to join you.” She smiled.

“I need to get a few things for me anyway.” mina continued as stood up from the laundry. She took Dutch’s hand into hers as he helped her up.

Mina and Dutch both chuckled softly, as they moved together in sync. But Mina stopped shortly and turned to Dutch.

Dutch walked Mina over to a few of the tents as she return everyone’s clothes, “It ain’t no rush miss. Just, meet me by the horses in the mornin’. I’m sure Mrs. Grimshaw can spare you for the day,”

Dutch turned with a tip of his hat, “I’ll see you in the mornin’ then.”

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Dutch was quick to strip Charles of his shirt. Hovering over the man he admired the fall of his muscles. His calloused fingers trailed over sensitive skin, stopping to pull and rub the man’s nipples.