"WHICH ONE OF YOU FOOL STOLE MY HOSS?"

A cowboy rode into town and stopped at local cafe for a coke.

Unfortunately, the locals always had a habit of picking on strangers,

which he was. When he finished his drink, he found his horse had

been stolen.

He goes back into the cafe, handily flips his gun into the air, catches it

above his head without even looking and fires a shot into the ceiling.

"WHICH ONE OF YOU FOOLS  STOLE MY HOSS?" he yelled with surprising forcefulness. No one answered.

"ALRIGHT, I'M GONNA HAVE ANOTHA COKE, AND IF MY HOSS AIN'T

BACK OUTSIDE BY THE TIME I FINNISH, 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.

He had another coke, walked outside, and his horse is back!

He saddles-up and starts to ride out of town.

The cook wanders out of the cafe and asks, "Say partner,

before you go... what happened in Texas?"

The cowboy turned back and said, "I had to walk home