A cowboy visits a town and wants a drink. He hitches up his horse and enters a saloon.
The locals in this saloon don't like visitors, so while he's drinking his beer they steal his horse from outside.
The cowboy goes to leave, sees his horse is gone, and says threateningly "Which one of you varmints stole my horse?"
Silence.
"The hard way, huh? Alright, I'm gonna order myself another beer. If my horse isn't back outside by the time I'm finished this beer, I'm gonna do what I did back in Texas - and I DON'T wanna do what I did back in Texas..."
With that, his hand reaches to his gun. Within a second, he has drawn, spun the gun around his finger, deadeyed six bottles of whiskey above the bar and holstered. He then sits back at the bar and orders a drink.
There's a muffled commotion in the saloon. A few people leave and return. When the cowboy has nearly finished his beer, he sees through the saloon doors that his horse is calmly drinking some water from the trough by the hitch post.
The barman speaks: "Mighty impressive mister! But I gotta ask, what did you do in Texas?!"
