The Cowboy

A cowboy rode into town and stopped at a saloon for a drink. Unfortunately, the locals had a habit of picking on strangers, which he definitely was.



When he finished his drink, he found his horse stolen.



He went back into the bar, handily flipped his gun into the air, caught it above his head without 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 you don't want me to do what I dun in Texas!"



Some of the locals shifted restlessly. They knew not to underestimate the word of a Texan, especially one who had a few too many beers.
The man finished off a few more beers and walked outside where his horse had been returned.



He saddled up, and started to ride out of town. The bartender wandered out of the bar, and saw the man stumbling to get on his horse.
"Say, partner," he said, "before you go...what happened in Texas?"
The cowboy turned back and said, "I had to walk home."