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Every few minutes he lets out a wild whoop that would curdle milk. Finally, he drops her off with a final Yaaaaa-Hooo! and gallops off.
"My god!" says the gas station guy, "What the hell were you doing to that Injun to make him holler like that?"
"Why, nothing," says the girl, "I just sat behind him with my arms around him, holding onto his saddle horn."
"Lady," says the guy, "Indians don't use saddles."
Every few minutes he lets out a wild whoop that would curdle milk. Finally, he drops her off with a final Yaaaaa-Hooo! and gallops off.
"My god!" says the gas station guy, "What the hell were you doing to that Injun to make him holler like that?"
"Why, nothing," says the girl, "I just sat behind him with my arms around him, holding onto his saddle horn."
"Lady," says the guy, "Indians don't use saddles."
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