The Rancher's Widow

A successful rancher died and left everything to his
devoted wife. She was a very good-looking woman and determined to
keep the ranch, but knew very little about ranching, so she decided to
place an ad in the newspaper for a ranch hand. Two cowboys applied
for the job. One was gay and the other a drunk.


She thought long and hard about it, and when no
one else applied she decided to hire the gay guy, figuring it would be
safer to have him around the house than the drunk.

He proved to be a hard worker who put in long
hours every day and knew a lot about ranching. For weeks, the two of them

worked, and the ranch was doing very well.


Then one day, the rancher's widow said to the
hired hand, "You have done a really good job, and the ranch looks great. You
should go into town and kick up your heels."

The hired hand readily agreed and went into town
one Saturday night.

One o'clock came, however, and he didn't return.
Two o'clock, and no hired hand. He returned around two-thirty, and
upon entering the room, he found the rancher's widow sitting by the
fireplace with a glass of wine, waiting for him.

She quietly called him over to her.

"Unbutton my blouse and take it off," she said.

Trembling, he did as she directed.

"Now take off my boots."

He did as she asked, ever so slowly.

"Now take off my socks."

He removed each gently and placed them neatly by
her boots.


"Now take off my skirt."

He slowly unbuttoned it, constantly watching her
eyes in the fire light.

"Now take off my bra."

Again, with trembling hands, he did as he was told
and dropped it to the floor.

Then she looked at him and said, "If you ever wear
my clothes into town again, you're fired."