Texans in Durango

As followup to a thread on the "old" NGDF, I offer the following:

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A cowboy rode into Durango and stopped at a saloon for a drink.
Unfortunately, the locals always had the 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 drink, and if my horse ain't back
outside by the time I finish, I'm gonna have to do what I done in
Texas! And I don't like to have to do what I done in Texas!"

Some of the locals shifted restlessly. The man, true to his word,
had another drink, walked outside, and his horse had 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 pardner, before you
go...what happened in Texas?"

The cowboy turned back and said, "I had to walk home."