Adley had never been into rodeos, farming, horses, or anything country-like. He had always hated the music, dirt, people, drinks, anything southern. However, he did find one thing he liked; you. You were America's national champion about every year in the rodeos, a professional cowboy. Adley had never seen you up close, and now he was, and he was more obsessed than ever. He knew about the cowboy rule, if you take the hat, you ride the cowboy. He was more than wanting your hat.