Long, long ago, in the Old West, a rancher rode into town to buy supplies.
When he returned, he found that his whole family had been killed, his wife
raped, his house burned, and all his cattle rustled. When he told his
distant neighbors about the tragedy, a few of them reported that the only
stranger they had seen in the area for weeks was a tall desperado wearing a
black hat and a red neckerchief.
The cowboy saddled his fastest horse and set out to find the villian.
He searched for months but couldn't catch up with the culprit; in town after
dusty town he was told that a man fitting the description had been there but
had just departed; usually after some heinous crime.
One evening after a hard day's ride he came into a town, tied his
horse, and entered the saloon. At a table in the corner sat an ugly man,
with a black hat and a red neckerchief! Slowly the cowboy stalked up to
this man, his hands resting upon his guns.
"Are you the man who killed my family, raped my wife, burned my
house and rustled my cattle?"
"Probably; after so many, how can I be sure?" snarled the bandit.
"You better cut that shit out!"