Long ago, in the Old West, a lone cowboy strode into a bar to shake the dust off his boots. He knocked back a few shots of whiskey, listened to the piano player for a while, watched some men play a few rounds of poker and then got ready to leave. But as soon as he got out the door, he saw that something was wrong.
His horse was gone!
He stormed back into the bar and, hearing a few chuckles from the men inside, proceeded to announce in a loud voice, “All right, I know some of you sidewinders think it’s mighty funny to hide a man’s horse when he’s about ready to leave, but I ain’t got time for such nonsense.”
The laughter had stopped. He had their attention. He glared at the men all around, then said, “Now, I’m gonna head out behind this bar to water the sagebrush, and when I get back, my horse had better be outside where I left him. And if he ain’t… well then I guess I’m gonna have to do what I done in Galveston last year.”
The cowboy paused and cracked his knuckles before continuing, “And friends, let me tell you… I DON’T WANNA DO WHAT I DONE IN GALVESTON LAST YEAR!”
As the cowboy left to take care of his business, he heard a flurry of activity from inside the bar. And when he got back, sure enough, outside at the hitching post was his trusty horse.
The cowboy tipped his hat and addressed the men, “Thankee kindly. I was hoping you’d see things my way.” Then he headed out of the bar.
Just before he got out the door, the bartender worked up his nerve. “Uh, mister?” he asked. “If you don’t mind my asking, just what did you do in Galveston last year?”
The cowboy paused, then turned back to the bartender and replied softly, “I walked home.”