After a long, hot ride across the plains,
the Lone Ranger and Tonto stopped to have a beer in a small town saloon. They tied their
horses up, went in and ordered themselves a round.
A short while later a cowpoke came in and
asked who the white horse outside belonged to. The Lone Ranger turned and said, "He's
mine."
The man said that he should get his horse
some water and shade because the horse wasn't looking too good.
The Ranger said he'd take care of it. Some
time (and a few more beers) had passed when another man came in, asked about the white
horse and gave the same advice about water and shade. The Lone Ranger then told Tonto to
go outside and run around and around the animal to cool him down. The Indian went outside.
After a few minutes another cowboy came in
and inquired about the owner of the horse. The Lone Ranger, a bit irritable now, replied,
"He belongs to me! So what?"
"Calm down," the cowboy said,
"I just wanted to tell you that you left your injun runnin' ."
