A battered leather cowboy hat.

It used to be the old thing in the dress up box that got used for...well... dress ups. Now barely a day went by without it sitting atop his head as he went about his life. It was old, worn leather with wrinkles and creases that were almost like friends. Familiar, that's what they were... like family.

He'd begged his father not to throw it away when he'd received a brand new hat for his 30th birthday, and the then six year old boy had treasured it ever since. With a fond smile for the enthusiastic lad he had been in those days, Jason put the warm leather back onto his head, relishing the partial shade on his face that allowed him to squint just that little bit less in the glaring sunlight. Oh well, back to work then...