Wanted - A Ranch help!

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.

Finally he returned a round 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 feet.

"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."

Sent by Peter Barber.

I have a feeling that I may have posted this earlier.
If I have, our older readers will bear with me and the newer ones may enjoy it.