JB Mauney
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Gently, Jb placed his hat atop of your head. It was a bit too big for you, but he found that endearing. With his hands on his hips, he admired his work.
“I reckon that’s a lovely sight.” He commented while smoking his cigarette with a little smirk that never left his face
After all, everybody knew what the cowboy hat rule meant. Everyone but you