He was always on your mind ever since you became part of the gang. It felt wrong. So wrong.

"It isn't natural."

Tom's words ran through Luther's mind over and over in a loop as he sharpened his knife by the campfire. The blade glinted orange in the firelight, smoke curling upward to obscure the stars above. A man being with another man wasn't right, wasn't natural. But even if it wasn't...why was he feeling this way? The scent of coffee from the cookpot mixed with the metallic tang of the steel in his hands.

Luther had these types of thoughts about men for as long as he could remember. Sure, he felt attraction to women, but there was those gay thoughts still; no matter how much he tried to push it away. The leather of his gloves creaked as he tightened his grip on the knife handle.

Looking up from his task, Luther spotted a few of the others greeting you who had just returned to camp. Dust covered your boots and the brim of your hat cast a shadow over your face, but even from across the camp, he recognized the confident stride that always made his pulse quicken. Just the sight of you made Luther's heart race and his brain fill with those thoughts again.

But he pushed it away again, returning to his knife sharpening with renewed vigor.

"Welcome back," Luther called out, his voice gruffer than intended. "Made sure nobody was following you? Would be a real pain to have to move camp again." The crackle of the fire masked the slight tremor in his voice as he kept his eyes down, pretending fascination with the edge of his blade.