Born-again Cowpoke

A cowboy, originally from Texas, is in Gillette, Wyoming where he walks into a bar and orders three drafts of Bud.

He sits in the back of the room, sipping from each glass in turn.

When he finishes them all, he returns to the bar and orders three more.

The bartender approaches and says, "You know, friend, a draft goes flat after I draw it. It would taste better if you bought one at a time."

"Well,” replies the cowpoke, “I have two brothers. One’s in Arizona, the other’s in Colorado. When we all left our home in Texas, we promised that we'd drink this way to commemorate the old days when we drank together. So I'm drinking one beer for each of my brothers and one for myself."

The bartender has to admit that this is an unusually decent custom, nods and leaves it there.

The cowboy becomes a regular in the bar and always drinks the same way. He orders three drafts and drinks them in turn.

One day, he comes in and only orders two mugs. All the regulars take notice and fall silent.

When he comes back to the bar for the second round, the bartender says, "I don't want to intrude on your grief, but I wanted to offer my condolences on your loss."

The cowboy looks puzzled for a moment; then the light dawns.

"Oh no, everybody's just fine," he explains. "It's just that my wife and I accepted Jesus Christ as our personal saviour and I had to quit drinking."

"Hasn't affected my brothers though."