You Belong With Me

Eyes on Her

His eyes were on her. He studied her movements carefully as she was sitting in a chair outside her tent, cleaning her gun. There was a slight breeze that came that swept bits of hair in front of her eyes, blocking her focus. She placed the rag in her lap, and with one hand, she ruffled her fingers through her hair, tilt her head back with her eyes closed, and pushed the lose hair back.

In his eyes, she was truly breathtaking. Everything about her made his heart skip a beat. Her dark brown hair and how it was perfectly balanced, her deep green eyes that he got lost in, the many freckles that dotted her face, he couldn't find one flaw.

The calling of his name broke him out of his stare, "Dutch," he fixed his eyes to the Irish women who stood beside him. He took the cigar he was holding and put it in his mouth. He sucked in and then withdrew the cigar, he sighed a breath letting smoke fly everywhere. "Yes, Molly?" He tried to hide the annoyance in his tone.

"How long has it been since you last gave me any attention," she shifted her gaze to the women he was staring at a few seconds back. Though Molly was a beautiful women, Dutch seemed to have no attraction towards her.

He couldn't hurt Molly with the truth, so he simply questioned her, "What ever do you mean?" Her focus went back to him, "You're always looking at her, Dutch." She nodded towards Jesse's direction. He took another puff of his cigar, "I have no idea what you are talking about." Although that wasn't the truth, he knew exactly what she was talking about. Ever since he rescued Jesse Wood from the harsh weather of the mountains, his eyes were always on her. Right now without even noticing, he was looking at her. It was like a habit that no matter how many times you try to break, you can't.

"It's like talking to a damn wall!" Molly exclaimed a little louder than she anticipated, Dutch watched her as she turned and left his side. The commotion made Jesse pick her head up from her gun.

Jesse was now intrigued, as well as the rest of the camp, she saw how Molly placed herself on the ground under a tree near the cliff. She then moved her eyes to Dutch who stayed standing where he was. He turned his head away from Molly, they made eye contact almost instantly. She was hesitant, she wanted to get up and ask if everything was alright, but didn't want to seem like a fool.

Dutch saw the hesitation in her eyes, he wanted her to come over but when she just looked down at her gun again, he pretended to be busy by placing his burnt cigar in the ashtray that rested on a small table inside his tent. He then sat in the chair that was across from his bed. He sat hunched over with his elbows on his knees, and face in palms.

Jesse glanced up from her gun again, and shot her eyes towards Dutch's tent. She looks at the man slumped over in his seat. She tossed her gun, along with the stained rag, to the ground. Feeling bad, she stood up and made her way over. She lingers in the opining as she plays with a strand of hair. She clears her throat making him pull away from his hands, she saw the light in his eyes at the sight of her presence.

They both stare, she doesn't know what to say even though she came in to see how he was. But as he stares into her eyes, she draws blank; she can't think of anything to say.

"Are you alright?" She finally brings herself to utter clearing the silence. He nods, "Lot is on my mind." He then stood up, "Walk with me?" He gives her a question without letting her answer. He already passes in hoping she actually follows him. She managed to catch up, now walking at his side.

He led her down a path away from camp. The sun, that was just setting behind a mountain, painted everything in its view a deep orange. The cool breeze from the oncoming night sent a shiver down Jesse's spine. They walk through the narrow wood, not saying anything, Jesse didn't worry about where they were going; she didn't have to. She knew wherever he was taking her, she would be safe with him.