Ohms bowed from the waist, gave his ten-gallon hat a final tug, and took a single step forward.
As usual, a ten-gallon hat was perched on his balding head and he was stomping along in high-heeled boots.
Johnny whirled about to find himself staring into a pair of friendly eyes that gleamed beneath a ten-gallon hat.
Chow pushed back his ten-gallon hat and scratched his head dubiously.
On a sudden impulse, the old cowpoke took off his ten-gallon hat and plumped it on the creature.