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 into the air, catches it
above  his head without even looking and fires a shot into the ceiling.

"WHICH ONE OF YOU SIDEWINDERS STOLE MY HOSS?" he yelled with surprising
forcefulness.

No one answered.

"ALRIGHT, I'M GONNA HAVE ANOTHA BEER, AND IF MY HOSS AIN'T BACK OUTSIDE BY
THE TIME I FINNISH, I'M GONNA DO WHAT I DUN IN TEXAS! AND I DON'T LIKE TO HAVE
TO DO WHAT I DUN IN TEXAS!"

Some of the locals shifted restlessly.

He had another beer, walked outside, and his horse is back! He saddles-up
and starts to ride out of town.

The bartender wanders out of the bar and asks, "Say partner, before you
go... what happened in Texas?"

The cowboy turned back and said, "I had to walk home."
 

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