Arthur Morgan
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Gently, Arthur 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 in camp was around — he’d get teased endlessly for attempting something so bold.
After all, everybody knew what the cowboy hat rule meant.