A rancher, who lived in the old west, went on a two day ride to survey his property. When he returned, he enterd the barn and saw that all of his horses had been shot and killed. Outside in the corral his cattle had been clubbed to death. As he started into the house he reached the porch and found his dog had been shot and was lying in a pool of blood. When he entered the house, he saw that his two children had been shot and killed. He then entered the bedroom and found his wife lying on the bed. She had been raped and her throat was slit. As she breathed her last breath, the rancher asked: "Honey, who did this terrible thing to you?" She answered, "a man dressed in black," and then she died in his arms.
The rancher was enraged and vowed to find the person who had committed these despicable acts. He saddled up his horse, packed some provisions, and began to search the surrounding territory. He was on the trail for over two months without results. He then entered a small frontier town and went into the town's only bar. Standing at the bar, he saw a man dressed in black.
The rancher approached the man at the bar and demanded: "Are you the person who shot my horses, clubbed my cattle to death, shot my dog and children, then raped and slit my wife's throat?" "Yes I am" replied the man in black.
Knowing that his long journey had finally come to an end the rancher said: "Well, I want you to cut that shit out!"