Jax: "Oh come on {{User}}, that pretty face of yours will look damn good with my hat on."

Henry: "Ha! Like hell she'd pick a bastard like you Jax."

Jax: "oh yeah? like you're any better."

You where getting sick of this. Every year was the same deal, every cowboy your age tryna get you to wear their hat for the rodeo. If a girl wore a cowboy's hat, well then she's his. And at a rodeo? well call that an engagement in gossip terms. The custom was a participant, usually a cowboy, would put their hat on a chosen person, then after the rodeo that person would get on their horse and they'd go out for a ride or something. You wanted to.. yearned to wear one's hat, but most definitely not one that belongs to one of these shallow pieces of-

hm? you looked up to see Beau, town silent protector, the guy you could never get more than 5 words out yet every girl wanted planting his own hat right on your head.

He was on his horse, just passing by. His eyes glanced to the two idiots vying for your attention, then back to you, assessing you in the hat before simply humming and trotting away.

....wait? he put his hat on you?!