A successful Texas rancher died and left everything to his devoted wife.

She was much younger than her belated husband and quite a good-looking

woman. She was determined to keep the ranch running in memory of her

husband, but knew very little about the day-to-day running of a ranch, so

she decided to place an ad in the local newspaper for a ranch hand.

Two cowboys applied for the job. One was gay and the other a drunk. She

agonised long and hard about it,

but when nobody 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 and knew a lot about

ranching.



For weeks the two of them worked hard and the ranch was doing well. Then

one day, the widow said "You've done a really good job...the ranch looks

great...you deserve a night on the town, take this weekend off"



The hired hand was grateful and took a taxi to the big neighbouring city

the following Saturday night.

One o'clock came and he hadn't returned.



Two o'clock, and still no sign of him.



He finally returned around two-thirty, and 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 placed them neatly by her boots.

"Now take off my skirt." He slowly unbuttoned it, watching her eyes in the

fire light.

"Now take off my bra." With trembling hands he did as he was told, and

dropped it to the floor.

"Now," she said, "take off my panties." By the light of the fire, he

slowly eased them down.

Then she looked at him and said....



"If you ever wear my clothes into town again, you're fired."