A woman from New York was driving through a remote part of Arizona when her car broke down. An American Indian named “Little Feather” came along on horseback and offered her a ride to a nearby town. He pulled her up, and she sat behind him as they rode off.
The ride was uneventful, except that every few minutes Little Feather would let out a “Yeeee-haaaa!” so loud that it echoed from the surrounding hills. When they arrived in town, he let her off at the local service station, yelled one final “Yeeee-haaaa!” and rode off.
“What on earth did you say to Little Feather to get him so excited?” asked the service-station attendant.
“Nothing,” the woman answered. “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 laughed and shook his head. “Lady,” he said, “Little Feather doesn’t use a saddle!”