The old woman looked up at the gunslinger and said, "No ... I never did dance ... never really wanted to."
A crowd had gathered as the gunslinger grinned and said, "Well, you old bag, you're gonna dance now," as he started shooting at the old woman's feet.
The old woman turned to her pack mule, pulled out a double-barreled shotgun, and cocked both hammers. The loud clicks carried clearly through the desert air, and the crowd stopped laughing immediately.
The gunslinger heard the clicks, too, and he turned around very slowly. The silence was almost deafening. The crowd watched as the young gunman stared at the old woman and the large gaping holes of the twin shotgun barrels.
The barrels of the shotgun never wavered in the old woman's hands as she raised it to her shoulder and put her eye to the sights and quietly said, "Son, have you ever kissed a mule' under his tail ?"
The gunslinger swallowed hard and said, "No, ma'am. But I've always wanted to."
There are five morals to this story:
1 - Never be arrogant.
2 - Don't waste ammunition.
3 - Whiskey makes you think you're smarter than you are.
4 - Always make sure you know who has the power.
5 - Don't mess around with old folks, they didn't get old by being scared or stupid.