A beautiful widow inherited a massive ranch but knew absolutely nothing about running it. When she advertised for a ranch hand, she only received two applications: one from a notorious drunk and one from a gay man. Figuring the latter was the safer option to have around the house, she hired him.
He turned out to be a brilliant, incredibly hardworking ranch hand. After weeks of flawless labor, the widow decided to reward him. “You’ve done a fantastic job,” she told him one Saturday. “Go into town tonight and kick up your heels.”
The cowboy happily headed out, but 2:30 AM rolled around and he still hadn’t returned. The widow sat by the fireplace, sipping a glass of wine, waiting for him. When he finally walked through the door, she quietly called him over.
“Unbutton my blouse and take it off,” she commanded softly.
With trembling hands, he did exactly as he was told.
“Now take off my skirt and my boots,” she murmured.
Ever so slowly, he removed them and set them aside.
“Now take off my bra.”
His heart hammered in his chest as he slid the straps off and dropped it to the floor.
The widow looked him dead in the eye and said, “If you ever wear my clothes into town again, you’re fired!”
