A cowboy rode into town and stopped at a saloon for a drink.
Unfortunately, the locals always had a habit of picking on
strangers, which he was. 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 without even looking and fired a shot
into the ceiling.

"Which one of you sidewinders stole my horse?!?!?" he yelled with
surprising forcefulness.

No one answered.

"Alright, 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 dun in Texas!
And I don't like to have to do what I dun in Texas!"

Some of the locals shifted restlessly. The man, true to his
word, had another beer, walked outside, and his horse has been
returned to the post.

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."