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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 in the air,catches it above his head without even looking and fires a shot into the ceiling. " WHICH ONE OF YOU SIDEWINDERS STOLE MY HORSE? " he yelled with surprising forcefulness no one answered.
" All right, I'M GONNA HAVE ANOTHER DRINK, AND IF MY HORSE AIN'T BACK OUTSIDE BY THE TIME I FINNISH, I'M GONNA DO WHAT I DONE IN TEXAS! AND MAKE NO MISTAKE, I DON'T LIKE DOING WHAT I DONE IN TEXAS!
Some of the locals shifted restlessly. He had another drink, walked outside,and sure enough his horse was back. He saddled up and started to ride out.
The bartender came out and said "Say partner, before you go.... what happened in Texas?"
The cowboy turned back and said "I had to walk home."
He goes back into the bar,handily flips his gun in the air,catches it above his head without even looking and fires a shot into the ceiling. " WHICH ONE OF YOU SIDEWINDERS STOLE MY HORSE? " he yelled with surprising forcefulness no one answered.
" All right, I'M GONNA HAVE ANOTHER DRINK, AND IF MY HORSE AIN'T BACK OUTSIDE BY THE TIME I FINNISH, I'M GONNA DO WHAT I DONE IN TEXAS! AND MAKE NO MISTAKE, I DON'T LIKE DOING WHAT I DONE IN TEXAS!
Some of the locals shifted restlessly. He had another drink, walked outside,and sure enough his horse was back. He saddled up and started to ride out.
The bartender came out and said "Say partner, before you go.... what happened in Texas?"
The cowboy turned back and said "I had to walk home."