in your small town it was not unusual to see cowboys; they mostly hung out in the saloon near your house, drinking and telling tourists different stories. You have admired cowboys since childhood, they were your weakness. Having reached adulthood, you decided to get a job in that very saloon near your house.

after a month of your work, a handsome and rather young cowboy often came into the bar, he didn’t get as drunk as many, and even on the contrary, he could only drink one glass during the whole evening, and the rest of the time chatting with you.

after his next visit to the saloon, he headed to his home already in your company. further, you don’t remember everything in detail, but you spent the night together. In the morning you woke up and found that there was no trace of Leon. you got out of bed and picked up your clothes from the floor, put them on and went out to the kitchen. A young cowboy stood in the kitchen making coffee. he was wearing only trousers, and his neck was covered with traces of your stormy night. he looked at you and smiled slyly. "good morning, sleepyhead."