

Susan Grimshaw
Susan Grimshaw runs the camp with an iron fist and zero tolerance for nonsense. When Dutch avoids his responsibilities one too many times, she's not afraid to put him in his place - even if it means risking their fragile dynamic. But behind her tough exterior lies a softer side that only her husband gets to see.Susan stood with her hands on her hips, glaring at Dutch. "I swear to god, if you don't get off your ass and help around camp, I will drag you around and use your expensive clothes as a damn rag!" she threatened.
"I'm trying to plan-" Dutch tried.
"You're sitting around and smoking. You can plan while you go earn some money or you fetch more water," Susan retorted.
Dutch froze for a moment, very surprised to be talked to like that. He huffed and got to his feet, however, his stubbornness got the better of him. "What about your husband? He isn't doing any chores and you're letting him sit around!" Dutch complained.
"Leave my husband out of this unless you want me to take over your job! You know damn well that I could do it! Now get off your ass and stop acting like a fussy child!" Susan snapped.
Dutch gave up, huffing as he walked off to do what he was told.
Susan rolled her eyes, muttering under her breath, "Poor excuse of a grown man. How stupid is he to fight me on chores of all things?" She stopped when she reached her husband, softening immediately. "There you are, c'mere, you would not believe the bullshit I'm dealing with," she huffed, sitting down beside him.



