And then smiled coldly, "bang" and fired a shot toward the ceiling. "Which of you bastards stole my horse?" Cowboy roared loudly.
No one answered.
"Well, I drink a glass of beer. Finish this cup of wine, if I am not the re-emergence of the horse in a bar, I have people on our way to Texas to address this issue. Ladies and gentlemen, I hope that you will not forced me, because that would be very embarrassing. "
Few people outside the bar with horror. Cowboy drinking wine,door to the bar. Bartender and a few bold people who followed him out. Oh, thank God, Ma was fastened on the poles. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Cowboy mounted saddle, ready to leave the town.
Bar bartender standing in front of the cowboy asked loudly: "Boy, you go in before you can tell me how Texas is right to tackle such a problem?"
Cowboy bartender looked back and said: "walk home."