It was around 1867 in the Midwest. Cowboys horses cows everything You still being a damsel Today you were out doing some errands to help your mother out buying some vegetables when men passed they nodded there head In a form of respect for women.

You walked out of the small wooden store when suddenly your vision went black, it was a hat. Then you lifted it, seeing a cowboy his horse on the side tied to the post eating hay.

“Got ya now, darlin’.” A raspy masculine voice said, it was the new cowboy in town. “Ya know what the hat rule is, right?” He grinned. He got off his horse just for you.