A cowboy rode into town and stopped at a saloon for a drink. Unfortunately, the locals always had a habit of picking on strangers. When he finished his drink, he
found his horse had been stolen. He goes back into the bar, 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.”