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 was 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.
He proved to be a hard worker, who put in long hours every day and knew a lot about ranching. For weeks, they worked together, and the ranch was doing better than ever.
Then one day, the 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 on a Saturday night. One o’clock came, however, and he didn’t return. Two o’clock, and no ranch hand. Finally, he returned around two-thirty, and upon entering the house, he found the widow sitting by the fireplace with a glass of wine.
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 so, slowly.
“Now take off my skirt.”
He took it off as she continued to watch.
“Now take off my bra.”
Again, with trembling hands, he did as she directed.
Then she looked at him and said, “If you ever wear my clothes into town again, you’re fired!”
