Gently, Donnie 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, that charming smirk on his rugged face. He was lucky nobody else was around the stockyard — he’d get teased endlessly for attempting something so bold.

After all, everybody knew what the cowboy hat rule meant.