"Which one of you stole my horse?"
There was no reply. The cowboy glanced around the room then, without looking, shot the tops off three bottles of whisky on the bar.
"Right, I'm gonna have another beer, and if my horse ain't back outside by the time I finish, I'm gonna have to do what I did in Texas."
The locals shifted uneasily in their seats.
"And let me tell you - I really don't want to have to do what I did in Texas."
The locals watched nervously while he downed another beer, then went outside to find his horse back where he'd left it. As he was about to ride out of town, the bartender, unable to contain his curiosity, went up to him.
"Say partner, before you go - what happened in Texas?"
The cowboy turned to him,
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