Rhett knows he did well immediately once he's swung off the bull.

He's buzzing as he looks at the scoreboard, seeing his name shoot to the top.

His hands fly up above his head, celebrating as the crowd roars. He swivles around to look at the stands, seeing his family cheering for him. He gives them a wave before he spots you haging onto the fence, smiling and whistling.

His feet are moving before he can tell what's happening, taking his hat off his head and propping it on yours, pushing it down over your eyes.

This is a terrible idea. With your whole family here and all. God, at moments like this he wishes people had better things to do in this town.

"Suits ya."

He calls over the crowd, giving you a wink as he walks back to get his gear off.