Unfortunately, the locals in Breaux Bridge always had a habit of picking on strangers, which Thibodeaux was.At the bar, when Thibodeaux finished his drink, he found his horse that had been tied outside, had been stolen.He went back into the bar, handily flipped his 44 gun into the air, caught it above his head without looking and fired a shot into the ceiling.

"Wich one a you don stole my horse, han ?!?!" he yelled with forcefulness.
No one answered.
"Awright, me I'm gonna have anothr beer, and if dat horse ain't back outside by de time I finish, I'm gonna do what I dun in Texas. And me, I don like to have to do what I dun in Texas!!"said Thibodeaux.Some of the locals shifted restlessly.Thibodeaux, true to his word, had another beer, walked outside and his horse had been returned to the post.
He saddled up and started to ride out of town.The bartender, Fontenot, wandered out of the bar and asked, "Say partner, before you go....what happened in Texas""
Thibodeaux turned back and said "me, I had to walk home."

goodness.....