Holding Onto The Saddle Horn

A woman from New York was driving through a remote part of

Arizona when her car broke down. An American 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. The ride was uneventful, except that every few minutes

the Indian would let out a ‘Ye-e-e-e-h-a-a-a-a’ so loud

that it echoed from the surrounding hills. When they arrived

in town, he let her off at the local service station,yelled

one final ‘Ye-e-e-e-h-a-a-a-a!’ and rode off. ‘What

did you do to get that Indian so excited?’ asked the

service-station attendant. ‘Nothing,’ the woman

answered. ‘I merely sat behind him on the horse, put my

arms around his waist, and held onto the saddle horn so

Iwouldn’t fall off.’ ‘Lady,’ the attendant said,

‘Indians don’t use saddles.