A cowboy strolls into town on his horse Fireball and goes straight to the saloon.
He drinks straight whiskey for a few hours, never moving except to take another drink. When he’s done he gets up and walks out of the saloon.
He immediately runs back in and yells, “Alright! Who took Fireball?” But nobody makes a noise.
He continues, “Okay, I’m gonna give y’all to the count of three then we’re gonna have a repeat of what happened back in ’71.”
“ONE!” He pauses and nobody moves a muscle.
“TWO!” Everybody braces for impending doom.
“Here it comes… THR…”
He is interrupted by a man in the saloon, “Wait! It was just a joke mister. Your horse is right out back… By the way, what’d you do in ’71?”
The cowboy looks him dead in the eye and says, “I had to walk home.”