An Indian scouting party captures a cowboy from a bar and brings him back to their camp to meet the chief.
The chief says to the cowboy, “You’re going to die. But we’re sorry for you, so we’ll give you one wish a day for three days. At sundown on the third day, you die. What first wish?”
The cowboy says, “I want to see my horse.”
The Indians get his horse. The cowboy grabs the horse’s ear and whispers something, then slaps the horse on the back.
The horse takes off. Two hours later, the horse comes back with a naked blonde. She jumps off the horse and goes into the teepee with the cowboy.
The Indians look at each other, figuring, “Typical white man… only thinks one thing.”
The second day, the chief says, “What wish today?” The cowboy says, “I want to see my horse again.” The Indians bring him his horse. The cowboy leans over to the horse and whispers something in the horse’s ear, then slaps it on the back.
Two hours later, the horse comes back with a naked redhead. She gets off and goes into the teepee with the cowboy.
The Indians shake their heads, figuring, “Typical white man going to die tomorrow… can only think one thing.”
The last day comes, and the chief says, “This last wish, white man. What want?”
The cowboy says, “I want to see my horse again.”
The Indians bring him his horse.
The cowboy grabs the horse by both ears, twists them hard and yells, “Read my lips, you idiot! POSSE, damn it! P-O-S-S-E!”
