That F**cking Yankee

The Gift That Settles It All (Part 2) (Semi-fluff)

You and Dutch continued the walk before his calloused hand grabbed onto yours. Holding back onto his he chuckled down at you, just as it happened it hit you, looking back into camp you saw that Molly was standing at their cot; arms folded. 

"Oh no" You said stopping on spot.

Dutch looked at you in surprise, followed your glace and his eyes laid onto Miss. O'Shea. 

"Miss. O'Shea..." You trembled out, you knew you had messed.

Letting go of Dutch's hand you went all shy and balled up, Molly was already starting her tantrum over to you.

"What the hell is your problem?" He shouted at Dutch who seemed unfazed by her anger.

You kept your head down facing away from her to somewhat shield your dignity.

"You bitch! Stay away from my man" She now shouted down at you but you stayed quiet. "You think I didn't know?!" She pushed you back.

"Leave" Dutch said moving in front of you shielding you.

"Excuse me!?" Molly replied.

"You heard me" He moved forward pushing Molly back with his space. "You're not welcome in this camp anymore" 

"What?!" She replied.

Looking up you had realized that a few camp members had gathered on the hillside watching the commotion unravel, Arthur stood arms crossed against a wooden post. Feeling guilty you just wanted to run away and hide. 

"I'm tired of your shit, Molly" Dutches voice angered quickly. "Constantly drunk? Constantly abusing fellow camp members?!" He signed in your direction. "A-And don't think I don't know you ratted the horseshoe camp out!" His head tilted up as his hands rested on his hips.

Molly stared back at him, almost dumbfounded. Turning around she stormed off throwing all her stuff together in a bag, it wasn't if she had much anyways. You could see she was tearing up, weeping lightly.

Dutch stood his ground as she stopped and looked back at him for final forgiveness. 

"Don't come back" He exclaimed before his eyes trailed around the camp.

"You'll be sorry 'Y/N'" She said looking over at you.

Gulping you stared at her through the arm of Dutch, tears forming in your eyes. You had always been a quite sensitive woman to these kinds of situations.

Molly threw her bag onto her horse, tied it and went off into the night. Rubbing your eyes you tried to hide the salty liquid from your eyes. Dutch turned around obviously annoyed, arms folded he saw you rubbing your eyes.

"My apologies, Miss. 'Y/L'" He said moving in closer to you to hug you.

Moving away from his grasp you looked around and saw that everyone was still staring, rubbing your eyes clean you quickly walked off to your cot buttoning the door shut. Sitting there in your bed you were confused, guilty, and felt out of place. You had completely forgotten about Molly, how SHE was with Dutch, how they HAD a relationship. 

Sitting for a while you heard a knock at the wooden post outside your tent.

"'Y/N?" Called out Dutch. 

"Yes?" You answered almost immediately.

"May I come in?" He asked politely. 

With moments of hesitation, you finally answered. "Yes"

Looking at the tent door Dutch's hand entered first then the rest of him came through, shutting the tent behind him he stood for a moment looking down at you.

Nodding to the empty spot on the bed he nodded and sat down next to you. 

Both of you sat in silence before you looked over in his general direction but not making eye contact.

"How could I of forgotten you two were an item?" You spoke softly with a hic in your throat.

"I had completely forgotten because I haven't been paying attention to her" His voice was dark. "I knew she had ratted us out to the Pinkertons back in Valentine.." 

"oh.." Your head fell straight again.

"I'm really sorry" He said putting his hand on yours which was resting in your lap.

Confused for a moment you looked at his calloused hand that was upon yours.

"Anything I can do to make you feel better, my dear?" He asked as his honey pot eyes were glued to yours.

Shaking your head you wiped your nose on your sleeve just before Dutch moved closer putting his arm around your shoulder. Pulling your head into his chest he hugged you comforting you, you could clearly tell he was upset with his actions and was being intimate. You had no idea that Dutch, the cold blood killer could be intimate. 

Sliding his other hand over he grabbed your soft palm and held it, holding his back you felt a little smile grow on your lips. You two sat there for a while before he moved away, planted a kiss on your forehead before he got up with a familiar grunt. 

"Will you be able to sleep tonight?" He asked turning towards you.

Shaking your head you kept your eyes from him.

Nodding he turned away to the tent door. "Well, if you need me, you know where I am" 

"Thank you" You replied as he left.