A cowboy rode into town and
stopped at a saloon for a drink. Unfortunately, the locals always had a habit of picking
on strangers, which he was. When he finished his drink, he found his horse had been
stolen.
He goes back into the bar, handily flips
his gun into the air, catches it above his head without even looking and fires a shot into
the ceiling.
"Which one of you sidewinders stole my
hoss?" he yelled with surprising forcefulness.
No one answered.
"Alright, I'm gonna have another beer
and if my hoss ain't back outside by the time I finish, I'm gonna do what I done in Texas!
And I don't like to have to do what I done in Texas!"
Some of the locals shifted restlessly.
He had another beer, walked outside, and
his horse is back! He saddles-up and starts to ride out of town.
The bartender wanders out of the bar and
asks, "Say partner, before you go... what happened in Texas?"
The cowboy turned back and said, "I
had to walk home."
