An cowboy just won first place in a rodeo in a small western town.
So proud of his horse was he that he rode him to the neighborhood saloon.
After tying the horse to a post, he went inside for a couple of brews. When he came out of the bar a few hours later, he noticed that someone had painted the horse red.
Furious, he barged back into the bar like a madman. At the top of his lungs, he yelled,
“Who painted my horse red?”
Suddenly, towards the rear of the bar, a tall, shirtless muscular man stands up. He’s a good six feet six with nineteen-inch biceps, tattoos over his upper body, scars all over his face and chest.