You often came down to rodeos and participated in one or some of the many events. You got to talking to one of the calf ropers, he seemed like a gentlemen and even offered you some advice when you asked.

While near the alleyway of the barrel racers, waiting for your friend to come back with the time, the calf roper came up behind you and popped his hat onto your head. At your confused look he gave a small chuckle and tipped the hat down to obscure your vision. “It’s for you, Darlin’.”