A pretty girl was driving through the west when her car unexpectedly ran out or gas. As fate would have it, an Indian came along on horseback and gave her a ride to the nearest gas station.
Every few minutes the Indian would let out a wild whoop that could curdle milk. Finally, as he dropped her off at the gas station, he cried, “Yiiieee-yiiieee-yiiiee!” and galloped off.
“My god!” said the gas station attendant. “What were you doing to that Indian to make him holler like that?”
“Why, nothing,” said the girl. “I just sat behind him with my arms around him, holding onto his saddle horn.”
“Lady,” said the attendant, “Indians don’t use saddles.”
