A big-city, California, lawyer went duck hunting in rural Colorado. He shot and dropped a bird, but it fell into a field on the other side of the reservation fence.

As the lawyer climbed over the fence, the old chief rode up on his horse and asked him what he was doing.

The litigate responded, "I shot a duck and it fell into this field, and now I'm going to retrieve it."

The old chief replied, "This is indian property, and you no come over here."

The indignant lawyer said, "I am one of the best trial attorneys in the U.S. and, if you don't let me get that duck, I'll sue the tribe for everything you own."The old chief smiled and said, "You not know how we do things in on reservation. We settle trouble with Apache Three-Kick Rule."

The lawyer asked, "What is the Apache Three-Kick Rule?"

The rancher replied, "First I kickum you three times and then you kickum me three times, and so on, back and forth, until someone gives up."

The attorney quickly thought about the proposed contest and decided that he could easily take the old chief. He agreed to abide by the tribal custom.

The old chief slowly climbed down from his horse and walked up to the city feller. His first kick planted the toe of his moccasin into the lawyer's groin and dropped him to his knees.

His second kick nearly wiped the man's nose off his face. The barrister was flat on his belly when the chief's third kick to a kidney nearly caused him to give up.

The lawyer summoned every bit of his will and managed to get to his feet and said, "Okay, you old coot! Now, it's my turn!"

The old chief smiled and said, "No, me giveum up. You takeum duck!"