An attractive woman from New York was driving through a remote part of Texas
when her car broke down.
An Indian on horseback came along and offered her a ride to a nearby town.
She climbed up behind him on the horse and they rode off. Right away she noticed
the Indian was trying to get the horse to trot. If the horse slowed to a walk
the Indian would kick it; if it started to lope he would slow it down. The
jiggling up and down was a little much, but she didn't want to complain. After
all she did have the saddle horn to hang onto.
The ride was uneventful otherwise except that every few minutes the Indian
would let out a whoop so loud that it would echo from the surrounding hills.
When they arrived in town, he let her off at the local service station, yelled
one final, "Yahoo!" and rode off.
"What did you do to get that Indian so excited?" asked the service station
attendant.
"Nothing. I merely sat behind him on the horse, put my arms around his waist,
and held onto his saddle horn so I wouldn't fall off."
"Lady," the attendant said, " that Indian was riding bareback.".