A cowboy rode into town and stopped at a saloon for a drink. The locals had a habit of picking on strangers, which he was. He finished his drink and left the saloon only to find his horse had been stolen.

He marched back into the bar, flipped his gun into the air, caught it above his head – all without even looking – and fired a shot into the ceiling. The room went silent, “which one of you sidewinders stole my horse?!” he yelled with 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. Satisfied, 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.”