Ok, who stole my horse?????

He stormed back inside, flipped his gun into the air, caught it without even looking, and fired a shot into the ceiling.
“Which one of you sidewinders stole my horse?!” he roared.
Silence.
“Alright then… I’m gonna have another beer, and if my horse ain’t back outside by the time I finish, I’m gonna do what I did in Texas! And trust me, I don’t wanna do what I did in Texas again!”
The saloon went quiet. The cowboy finished his drink, walked outside - and there was his horse, tied up and waiting.
As he mounted up, the bartender followed him out.
“Say, partner… what exactly happened in Texas?”
The cowboy tipped his hat and said,
“I had to walk home.”


