An old prospector shuffled into the town of El Indio, Texas
leading a tired old mule. The old
man headed straight for the only saloon in town, to clear his parched throat. He
walked up to the saloon and tied his old mule to the
hitch rail.
As he
stood there, brushing some of the dust from his face and clothes, a young gunslinger stepped out of the saloon with a gun in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other.
The young gunslinger looked at the old man and
laughed, saying, "Hey old man, can you dance?" The
old man looked up at the gunslinger
and said, "No son, I don't dance... never really
wanted to". A crowd had gathered as the gunslinger
grinned and said, "Well, you old fool, you're gonna
dance now!" and started shooting at the old man's
feet.
The old prospector, not wanting to get a toe blown off, started
hopping around like a flea on a hot skillet. Everybody standing around was
laughing..
When his
last bullet had been fired, the young gunslinger,
still laughing, holstered his gun and turned around to go back into the saloon.
The old man turned to his pack mule, pulled out a
double-barrelled 12 gauge shotgun and cocked both hammers. The loud clicks
carried clearly through the desert air. The crowd stopped laughing immediately.
The young gunslinger heard the sounds too, and he turned around very
slowly. The silence was deafening. The crowd watched as the young gunman stared
at the old timer and the large gaping holes of those twin
12gauge barrels.
The
barrels of the shotgun never wavered in the old man's
hands, as he quietly said;
"Son,
have you ever kissed a mule's ass?"
The gunslinger swallowed hard and said, "No
sir... but.... I've always wanted to"
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