Smoke Rings

A guy traveling through the prairies of the USA stopped at a
small town and went to a bar. He stood at the end of the bar,
ordered a drink, and lit up a cigar. As he sipped his drink, he
stood there quietly blowing smoke rings. After he blew nine or
ten smoke rings into the air, an angry American Indian
stomped up to him and said, "One more remark like that
and I'll smash your face in!"