A pretty girl is driving through the west. Her car runs out of gas, and an local Indian comes along on a horse and 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 "Yaaaaaa-Hoooooo!" and gallops off....grinning from ear to ear.

"My god!" says the gas station guy. "What were you doing to that Indian 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 in these parts don't use saddles."