A cowboy riding into town stopped for a drink at a saloon.

Sadly, the locals had a bad habit of picking on strangers, and he was one of them.

He realized his horse had been stolen after finishing his drink.

He returned to the bar, skillfully flipped his gun in the air, caught it above his head without looking, and fired into the ceiling.

Who among you sidewinders took my horse? He screamed with a surprising amount of force.

No one responded. Okay, I will have another lager, and on the off chance that my pony ain’t back external when I finish, I will do what I dun in Texas! Also, I could do without to need to do what I dun in Texas!” Some of the locals moved uncontrollably.

True to his word, the man went outside, had another beer, and returned his horse to the post.

He got in his saddle and started riding out of town. “Say partner before you go… what happened in Texas?” the bartender inquired as he left the establishment.

“I had to walk home,” the cowboy said as he turned around.