A cowboy walks into the bar, only to find it’s empty.

Only the bartended, polishing a glass, is behind the bar.

“Where’s everyone at?” Asks the cowpoke.

“At the hangin’.” Bartender says.

“Hangin’?!” The cowboy asks. “Hadn’t heard. Who are they stringing up?”

“The Brown Paper Kid.”

“The Brown Paper Kid?”

“That’s right. Wears brown paper pants, brown paper vest, even a brown paper hat.” Bartender nods looking at the glass.

“Damn. Never heard of him. What’s they get him for?” Asks the cowboy.

“Rustling.”

Originally posted to Reddit by jonnyprophet