Unfortunately, the locals had a habit of picking on strangers.
So when he 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 and fired a shot into the ceiling.
"WHICH ONE OF YOU SIDEWINDERS STOLE MY HOSS?" he yelled.
No one answered.
"ALL RIGHT, I'M GONNA HAVE ANOTHA' 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.
The cowboy had another beer, walked outside, and his horse was back!
He saddled up and started to ride out of 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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