I was riding my horse into Armadillo when a barely-dressed whore on the side of the road caught my eye.
"Hey mister! Couldja gimmie a ride, I'm stranded!"
Now, I'm not one to go pulling the reins for every little desert flower I come across, but I had recently run into a woman named Jenny who had nearly died from exposure. I decided to pull up and offer the young lady a ride.
Before I knew what had happened, the whore was speeding away with my horse. She looked over her shoulder with a smile and a wave.
"Mister, you're greener than you look!"
I struggled to come up with an appropriate course of action. I drew my Winchester Repeater and got a bead on her. Horse thief or no, I didn't want to shoot an unarmed woman in the back, especially not with the road (and possible witnesses!) so close by. I put my rifle away. Then it struck me.
I whistled for my horse. Good old golden bucked her right off and came runnin' right to me. Time for a little justice.
We rode her down as she stumbled through the cactus patches. Got my lasso around her and hogtied her right then and there. Put her on the back of the horse she tried to run off with and rode off into the desert night. Waited until I heard some coyotes howling at the moon and dismounted, left her alone in the middle of an open patch of sand. Then I rode up to a rock and watched the coyotes descend upon that helpless little wench.
Steal my horse, will ya?