(Personal Note: My grandparents, Harry Freeman and Moses Shapiro, settled Texas at the turn of the century. Their first homes were in backwater Texas towns like the one described below....Bernard)
A Jewish man passing thru Texas for a few days stay on business checked into a rooming house in a very cowboy, frontier town. Not to be conspicuous, he dressed himself in western clothes and went in to the only saloon in town. He was surrounded by men in cowboy clothes, wearing six guns and looking very gruff.
He ordered a beer. While sipping his beer and trying not to be noticed, a big strong looking man walks in and says loudly, "I hear there is a Jew in here!"
The Jewish man cringes, says nothing.
"I know you're in here and you'd better speak up!" says the western man. The Jewish man knows that sooner or later he would have to face him and accept the consequences of being Jewish, especially in such a small, far away town as this. He stood up proudly and said, " I AM A JEW!"
The westerner stares at him angrily, "Why are you hiding? Come with me. I need you for a minyan!"