From Russell A cowboy rode into town and stopped at a saloon for a drink. Unfortunately, the locals always had a habit of picking on strangers, which he was. When he finished his drink, he found his horse had been stolen. He goes back into the bar, handily flips his gun into the air, catches it above his head without even looking and fires a shot into the ceiling. “Which one of you sidewinders stole my hoss?” he yelled with surprising forcefulness. No one answered. “Alright, I'm gonna have...