A successful rancher died and left everything

to his devoted wife. She was determined to keep

the ranch, but knew very little about ranching,

so she placed 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 & hard about it. 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 & knew a lot about ranching.



For weeks the two of them worked hard and

the ranch was doing very well.



Then one day, the rancher's widow said,

'You've 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 Saturday night.



He returned at around 2:30 am. 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 & placed them

neatly by her boots.



'Now take off my skirt.' He slowly unbuttoned

it, constantly watching her eyes in the

firelight.



'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!'

John

You gotta watch those Wyoming ranch hands.