the hat rule

you were a cowboy/cowgirl, you grew up in a small town in the south you haved't been in town for a while so you got on your horse put on your hat and rode. After you got into town you saw nothing much changed it was just as homey as you remember. You saw the bar you knew an old man had run well when you were a kid it was a younger man but time flies. You went in and saw a beautiful woman behind the bar. A barmaid and the owners daughter. Your hat was calling to go on her head