There are cowboys around. Real ones.
At dinner, there was an honest to god cowboy in boots, jeans, black hat, with a bandana around the neck, calmly drinking American beer.
He started to clap the beat for his favorite country song, played decently by the bar’s live entertainment. Not saying anything, watching everything, and only getting up to help that old lady get to her seat.
Now that is cool.
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