WHO STOLE MY HORSE

A COWBOY RODE INTO TOWN

AND STOPPED AT A SALOON

FOR A DRINK.

UNFORTUNATELY, THE LOCALS

ALWAYS HAD A HABIT OF PICKING

ON STRANGERS,

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 WITHOUT EVEN

LOOKING AND FIRED A SHOT

INTO THE CEILING. 

"WHICH ONE OF YOU SIDEWINDERS

STOLE MY HORSE?"

HE YELLED WITH SURPRISING

FORCEFULNESS. 

NO ONE ANSWERED. 

"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!" 

SOME OF THE LOCALS

SHIFTED RESTLESSLY.

THE MAN, TRUE TO HIS WORD,

HAD ANOTHER BEER,

WALKED OUTSIDE

AND HIS HORSE HAD BEEN

RETURNED TO THE POST.

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."