On the wall adjacent to the boots, there was another towering section of western hats. Cole stood there in his State-of-Texas boots and chewed on his lip for a minute.
Why not? he thought.
He picked up a few and tried them on, feeling a bit awkward at first but also liking the way they looked. The felt ones were most certainly going to be too warm, so he moved on to some made of straw and others of palm leaves. The majority were white or off-white in color, but a few were stained darker and Cole found one that was just a shade or two short of jet black. It was a palm leaf material that felt good against his head and the leather band inside gripped his forehead, holding it firmly in place on top of his bleached hair.
Cole looked at himself in the mirror, his boots on his feet and a cowbo
