A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do.......?

Our hero rides into town and stops at the only saloon there for a drink. Unfortunately, the locals always had a habit of picking on newcomers. By the time he finishes his drink, he finds that his horse has been stolen.

He comes back into the bar, flips his gun into the air, catches it above his head without even looking and fires a shot into the ceiling. "Who stole my horse?" he yells manfully, glancing around the room.

No one answers.

"I'm gonna have another beer and if my horse ain't back outside by the time I'm finished, I'm gonna do what I done back in Texas and believe ya me, I don't wanna have to do what I done back in Texas!"

Some of the locals shift restlessly.

He has another beer, walks outside, and his horse is back! He saddles up and starts to ride out of town. The bartender wanders out of the bar and asked, "Say pardner, what happened in Texas?"

Our hero turns back and quietly says…………

"I had to walk home!"