Mark’s curiosity gave away. He decided it wouldn’t hurt to take a quick look at the hat. He wasn’t even going to walk any further beyond the hat.
Mark glanced back at the group that huddled around the picnic table as he walked toward the hat. He thought he saw the cowboy peeking this way, but he wasn’t entirely sure.
Something was amiss. Mark could feel it as soon as he picked up the familiar hat. His stomach did a revolting flip-flop.