This story comes from my e-mail inbox.  It was sent to me by a friend from high school, which was long ago and far away. 🙂   I hope you like it.

A cowboy rode into town and stopped at a saloon for a drink. Unfortunately,
the locals had a habit of picking on strangers. So when he finished his
drink, he found his horse had been stolen. He went back into the bar,
handily flipped his gun into the air, caught it above his head and fired a
shot into the ceiling. “Which one of you sidewinders stole my hoss?” he
yelled.

No one answered.

“All right, I’m gonna have anotha’ beer, and if my hoss ain’t back outside
by the time I finish, I’m gonna do what I done in Texas! and I don’t like
to have to do what I done in Texas!”

Some of the locals shifted restlessly. The cowboy had another beer, walked
outside, and his horse was back! He saddled up and started to ride out of
town. The bartender wandered out of the bar and asked, “Say partner,
before you go. . .what happened in Texas?”

The cowboy turned back and said, “I had to walk home.”