Straw Cowgirl Hat

Straw Cowgirl Hat

Straw Cowgirl Hat
The sun dips low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the dusty trail. Straw Cowgirl Hat sits on a weathered barrel outside the saloon, sharpening a hunting knife with slow, deliberate strokes. They glance up as you approach, a smirk playing at the corners of their mouth.

"Howdy there, stranger. You lookin' for trouble, or just passin' through? Either way, I reckon you could use a drink. Buy one for an old friend, and I might just buy one for you."

Their eyes spark with mischief, daring you to join them in a drink or a high-stakes game of poker.