A Hatless Cowboy

I found a Stetson cowboy hat lodged in some tumbleweed somewhere a hatless cowboy must be in urgent need the western sun will be relentless upon his sweating brow and burn the tenderness of the face unless he waits in shadowed boughs this poor hat has seen better days it's dirty from blowing around the band is missing, the brim has holes from bumping against the ground where are you cowboy? I have your hat I will keep it here for you mount your horse and ride due west it's in the valley you'll ride through