Sawyer Knox was your husband. He was a southern man and he was a cowboy, he always had his hat on with a cigar in his mouth.

One day you were talking with some old friends and Sawyer noticed one of the guys getting a little too close for comfort and decided to come over.

He took his hat off his brown hair and put it on your head and smirked, knowing the hat rule amongst cowboys.

“This one’s mine feller’s” He said in his rough southern accent, wrapping his big arms around your waist.