...through the West. Her
car runs out of gas, and an Indian comes along
on a horse, gives her a ride to a gas station.
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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