A cowboy on a long journey stops at a small town to wet his throat he ties his horse up outside the saloon and enters…

The town’s folk eye him uneasily, but he makes his way to the bar and orders a beer. The bartender opens his beer and sets it down on the table. “I’d be careful if I was you. Town’s folk don’t take kindly to newcomers, they give em a hard time. And that’s what you are is a newcomer.”

“Is that so?” The cowboy lazily says as he rests his head on his fist and sips his drink. The bartender turns around rolling his eyes. The cowboy stays a good ten minutes finishing his drink, then walks back outside to carry on his journey, but when he gets out there he finds his horse to be missing.

The cowboy storms back into the bar, draws his pistol, and fires it into the ceiling. The cowboy says, “Alright, which one of you sidewinders stole my horse?” The town’s folk looked between each other and then back to the cowboy. You could hear a pin drop. “Well, nobody knows? Alright, well I’m going to go back to that bar and have myself another drink. If I finish that drink, go back outside, and my horse still ain’t there, I’m gonna have to do what I done in Texas. And I don’t like having to do what I done in Texas”

The cowboy, true to his word, goes back to the bar, drinks another beer, goes back outside, and like magic his horse is back. The cowboy gets back on his horse like it never left and begins riding out of town. That’s when the bartender runs outside and calls out to the cowboy, “Excuse me, sir! I gots to know, what’d you have to do back in Texas?”

The cowboy turns around, looks at the bartender and said, “I walked home.”

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