A cowboy rode into town and stopped at a saloon for a drink. Unfortunately the locals had a bad habit of picking on strangers which he was. When he had finished his drink he found his horse had been stolen. He went back into the bar, handily flipped his gun into the air, caught it above his head without even looking and fired a shot into the ceiling. “ Which one of you sidewinders stole my horse ?!” surprising forcefulness. No one answered “Alright, I’m gonna have another beer, if my horse ain’t back out side by the time I finish, I’m gonna do what I dun in Texas! And I don’t like to do what I dun in Texas!” Some of the locals shifted restlessly. The man true to his word, had another beer, walked outside, and his horse had been returned to the post. He saddled up and started to ride out of town. The bartender wandered out of the bar and asked, Hey partner before you go... what happened in Texas?”
The cowboy turned and back and said, I had to walk home .
The cowboy turned and back and said, I had to walk home .
