A cowboy rode into town and stopped at the saloon for a drink. Unfortunately, the locals always had a habit of picking on newcomers. When the cowboy finished, he found his horse had been stolen.
He comes back into the bar, handily flips his gun into the air, catches it above his head without even looking and fires a shot into the ceiling.
“Who stole my horse?” he yelled with surprising forcefulness.
No one answered.
“I’m gonna have another beer and if my horse ain’t back outside by the time I’m finished, I’m gonna do what I dun back in Texas. And I don’t want to have to do what I dun back in Texas!”
Some of the locals shifted restlessly.
He had another beer, walked outside and was pleasantly surprised to find his horse had been returned. He saddled up and started to ride out of town.
The bartender had followed him out of the bar. As he rode away, the bartender asked, “Say, pardner, what happened in Texas?”
The cowboy turned back and said, “I had to walk home!”