The rope he chose was long and thick. And it was stiffer and rougher than most in the store. He must be a confident man to buy such a long, thick rope. He obviously didn't play it safe when it came to what he held in his hands.
She could tell from his gold watch that he was rich. A rich man who buys long, thick rope in a hardware store can only mean one thing. He owned horses. He was a cowboy. In a suit. A modern cowboy.
Ever since her dad took her to a stable as a child and let her ride a pony, she had been fascinated by the long, flowing manes on those elegantly evolved animals, whose gaits proudly displayed their mammalian sophistication. This man walked with that same sophisticated gait. But he pulled it off with only two legs. She wanted to ride him.