(For accuracy’s sake, all dialogue should be imagined in a Western accent – think John Wayne!)
There’s a rough saloon in a Western city. The doors swing open and in walks ‘The Kid’, a notorious, old, grizzly gunslinger. The whole place goes silent as he walks across to the bar and orders a bottle of redeye. Everyone knows him and his fearsome reputation. Except for one young cowboy who thinks he’ll have a little fun with the old man.
While The Kid is sitting alone at the bar, downing the contents of the bottle, the cowboy sneaks outside, unties The Kid’s horse, takes it down the street and hides it in the corral. Meanwhile, The Kid has finished drinking and walks back out of the saloon.
A few seconds later, the doors crash open and in storms a livid Kid. “OK”, he hollers. “Which one of you bums stole ma horse?” There’s silence. “I’ll ask again. Which one of you bums stole ma horse?” Still silence. The Kid sneers and looks around the room. “OK, if that’s the way it’s gonna be, I’m gonna have me one more shot of redeye, and when I’m a finished a drinkin’ it, ma horse better be back outside. Or else the same thing’s gonna happen here, that happened in Dodge City, ………and it wasn’t nice!”
The bartender quickly gives him a large glass of redeye on the house and everyone looks nervously around. The Kid finishes the drink and walks out through the saloon doors. Sure enough, his faithful steed is tied up right outside.
The Kid mounts the horse and is about to ride off, when a small voice nervously pipes up. It’s the cowboy that took the horse. “Excuse me Mr Kid, sir. W-w-w-w-w-w-what happened in Dodge City, that wasn’t nice?” The Kid pushes up his hat, spits out his cigarette and looks down at the cowboy.
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“I had to walk!”
