Unfortunately, the locals had a habit of making fun of foreigners like him.
Upon finishing his drink, he realized someone had stolen his horse. He returned to the bar, skillfully flipped his gun into the air, grabbed it over his head without looking, and fired a shot into the ceiling.
“Which one of you sidewinders stole my horse?!” he cried with startling ferocity.
“All right, I will have another drink. If my horse is not back outside by the time I finish, I will follow the same procedure as I did in Texas.” I don’t enjoy having to repeat what I did in Texas!
Some of the natives moved erratically. Keeping his promise, the man drank another beer, stepped outside, and returned his horse to the post. He hitched a horse and began riding out of town.
The bartender inquired about the recent events in Texas before leaving the pub.
The cowboy turned around and stated, “I had to walk home.”