Ranch hand walks from the saloon and two minutes later he bursts back in through the swinging doors.
"Who painted my horse's balls yellow?" He demands to know as he screams at everyone in the place, fists clenched.
A big cowboy, scars all over his face, six foot six in height, stands up and grips his twin mother of pearl handled colt forty five revolvers.
"I did, WHY?" He answers.
"Well I just wanted to let you know, the first coats dry."