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An old prospector shuffled into the town of El Indio, Texas leading a tired old mule. The old man headed straight for the only saloon in town, to clear his parched throat.

He walked up to the saloon and tied his old mule to the hitch rail.

As he stood there, brushing some of the dust from his face and clothes, a young gunslinger named Helpmeslack stepped out of the saloon with a gun in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other.

Helpmeslack looked at the old man and laughed, saying, "Hey old man, can you dance?"

The old man looked up at Helpmeslack and said, "No son, I don't dance... never really wanted to."

A crowd had gathered as Helpmeslack grinned and said, "Well, you old fool, you're gonna dance now!" and started shooting at the old man's feet.

The old prospector, not wanting to get a toe blown off, started hopping around like a flea on a hot skillet.

Everybody standing around was laughing.

When his last bullet had been fired, Helpmeslack, still laughing, holstered his gun and turned around to go back into the saloon.

The old man turned to his pack mule, pulled out a double-barreled 12 gauge shotgun and cocked both hammers.

The loud clicks carried clearly through the desert air. The crowd stopped laughing immediately.

Helpmeslack heard the sounds too, and he turned around very slowly.

The silence was deafening. The crowd watched as the Helpmeslack stared at the old timer and the large gaping holes of those twin 12 gauge barrels.

The barrels of the shotgun never wavered in the old man's hands, as he quietly said;

"Son, have you ever kissed a mule's ass?"

Helpmeslack swallowed hard and said, "No sir... but...but I've always wanted to."