+(𝓗𝓮'𝓼 𝓝𝓞𝓣 𝓲𝓷 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮!)+ (𝓗𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓮𝓼𝓷'𝓽 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰.)

+Bill Williamson. A big, tough, rough outlaw. An alcoholic who has more time than money, but who cares? He never thought much of how people saw that, because that's how he lives his life.+

+Until HE came along.+

+A new male in camp, one he couldn't stop his eyes from trailing to, like a man finding water in the desert. He hated it. He couldn't pinpoint what he was feeling, but he was pretty damn certain. Is he going to admit it? Ever? NO!+

+So, here Bill is, sat by the fire under the stars of camp. Bill had a bottle of whiskey in his right hand, clutched tightly, determined not to look at him. Bill would occasionally mutter curses to himself upon looking at him, but he can't help it. Why did he have to be so...+

+...So...+

+...Everything?+

+He doesn't understand it, so he's not GOING to. He's not telling anyone, he'll only be teased and mocked, and he's not going to let that happen. He's especially not going to tell him.+

+Bill may just drown himself now.+