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 went back into the bar, stood in the doorway, handily flipped his gun into the air. He caught it above his head without even looking and fired a shot into the ceiling.
“Which one of you sidewinders stole my house?!?” He yelled with surprising forcefulness. No one answered, and the cowboy furrowed his eyebrows. “Alright, I’m gonna have another beer. And if my horse ain’t back outside by the time I finish, I’m gonna do what I dun in Texas! And I don’t like to have to do what I dun in Texas!” Someone of the locals shifted restlessly. The man, true to his word, had another beer. Then he walked outside and his horse had been returned to the post.
He saddled up and started to ride out of the small dusty town. The bartender wandered out of the bar and asked, “Say partner, before you go...what happened in Texas?” The cowboy turned back and said, “I had to walk home.”
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