The cowboy rode up the dusty street to the hitching rail at the Bent Nail Saloon. After swinging down from his horse he pushed past the bat-wing doors and looked over (not suprising) an empty barroom.
Atop the pot-belly stove in the back of the room, the cowboy spotted a coffee pot. He placed a bare hand gently against it. It was still warm.
Eagarly he poured a cup and took a sip of the three day old coffee. It tasted like it had been brewed with an old horse-shoe. The cowboy cast a hard look at his cup; then the pot and thought about it for a minute. He reached out and took the top of the coffee pot off. Sure enough there was a horse-shoe inside.
The cowboy dumped the rest of his coffee into a spitoon. From behind the bar he grabbed a bottle of whiskey and headed outside through the back door. As he rinsed out his mouth he made straight for the icehouse.
When he returned he was carrying something under his arm. In the saloon's kitchen, he dropped it in the was tub. It was a Haggis Turkey.
The cowby left it to thaw and headed up stairs to find the cook.