A woman from New York was driving through a quiet part of Arizona when her car broke down. An American Indian riding a horse came by and offered to give her a ride to the nearest town.
She climbed onto the horse behind him, and they started riding. The ride was peaceful, except for the fact that every few minutes, the Indian would shout a loud “Ye-e-e-e-h-a-a-a-a!” that echoed from the hills and canyon walls.
When they reached the town, the Indian let her off at the local service station, yelled one last “Ye-e-e-e-h-a-a-a-a!” and rode away.
The service station attendant asked, “What did you do to get that Indian so excited?”
“Nothing,” the woman replied. “I just sat behind him on the horse, put my arms around his waist, and held onto the saddle horn so I wouldn’t fall off.”
The attendant smiled and said, “Lady, Indians don’t use saddles.”
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