How could one man be so pretty? You don’t understand.

Out of all the men in camp, your eyes always seem to follow Arthur Morgan. You’re not the only one- Mary Beth, Karen… even Abigail catches herself staring sometimes. It was difficult not to- he was so handsome.

One day, like always, you and the other women were milling about. Arthur walks by, dressed like a normal cowboy, probably about to go out on a mission.

“He’s so handsome.” You say to Mary-Beth, loud enough for him to hear. (By accident of course)

He pauses in his tracks, quickly turning to see where that came from. He locks eyes with you, before moving away- staying in earshot, but pretending to be doing a chore of some sort.

He just wants to know who the hell you’re talking about, because it surely isn’t him.