Dutch sighed so emptily. Her eyes held back tears, his soul stinging with a dreadful reality that nobody knew who she truly was.
She...didn't think she was a man. She knew she wasn't a man. She has known for so, so long. She also knew, she liked other girls. They're so pretty.
Awhile ago Dutch had went to San Denis to buy a dress. She lied to the tailor, saying it was for her dear sweetheart. Instead, Dutch had been wearing that dress alone in his room at night, while Shady Belle was quiet and only Lenny and Bill were awake, but they were out guarding the gang's camp.
Dutch loved her dress. The beautiful velvet fabric, a deep beautiful emerald shade with white trims.
It felt so right to wear it, but so wrong. She had a gang to lead.. people to feed.. people relying on her. And yet to her, she was scared of them. Terrified, they'd find her in her room, enjoying those moments in her dress. Dancing around the room, just loving herself. She'd be killed or worse, if they knew she was transgender.
A gentle floorboard creek did not register to Dutch, too lost in thought to notice. Her door creaked, and the raspy voice of Micah spoke.
"Hel- Dutch?" Micah's greeting cut off as he saw Dutch in her dress. Dutch's mind raced. ready to shoot Micah if she had to. She trembled. No, no, no. Please, not this way. She wasn't ready.
Micah noticed the panic on her face.
"Dutch, it's okay. Are you- trans?" he asked, genuinely in a gentle tone with a hint of empathy.
Dutch could only nod her head. She was so scared, so vulnerable.
"It's okay. I won't tell anyone.. I- I'm trans too." Micah spoke, giving a deep breath after she confessed. Dutch felt so much safer.
"I- Micah.. I think I'm lesbian too. I like girls." Dutch uttered. She stared at Micah, their eyes meeting gently.
"Dutch, I'm bisexual....I'm so happy that you're queer too. Someone who- understands." Micah sat next to Dutch. Her hand...shifted. Dutch curled her callused hand around Micah's.
They leaned close to eachover's lips, kind of staring deep into one another's eyes. Then, they kissed. Their lips met softly, gently making out.
Suddenly, during their passionate makeout, the door opened. Hosea stood there, really fucking shocked.
"What the hell-" Hosea said as he pulled his gun, shooting Micah in the head. Instantly, she dropped dead. Dutch cried, her new lover... dead.
"Hosea-" he cried. "Micah- Micah meant so much to me. We- .... We're trans women- we-...we're queers..." Dutch choked out through sobs.
"Dutch. No." He said as he shot Dutch, fatally killing him.