A cowboy rode into town on his horse and stopped at a bar for a drink. Unfortunately, the locals had a habit of picking on foreigners, and so did he.
When he finished his drink, he noticed that his horse had been stolen. He went back to the bar, raised his rifle, caught it above his head without looking, and fired a shot into the ceiling.
“Which one of you stole my horse?!” he shouted with surprising force. No one answered. “All right, I’m going to have another beer, and if my horse ain’t out by the time I’m done, I’m going to do what I did in Texas! And I don’t like having to do what I did in Texas!” Some of the natives shifted uneasily.
True to his word, the man drank another beer, went outside, and his horse was taken back to the police station. He saddled his horse and rode out of town.
The bartender came out of the bar and said, “Say, partner, before you go, what happened in Texas?” And the cowboy came back and said. “I had to walk home.”
