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 and canyon walls.
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 I wouldn't fall off."
"Lady," the attendant said,
"Indians don't use saddles."
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