A successful Colorado 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 ranchhand.
 
 Two men 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 man, 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 everyday and 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 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 the following Saturday
 night. One o'clock came, and he didn't return. Two o'clock, and no hired
 hand. He returned around two-thirty, and upon entering the house, 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
 stockings." He removed each gently and placed them neatly by her boots.
 
 "Now take off my skirt." He slowly unbuttoned it, constantly watching
hereyes in the firelight. "Now take off my bra." Again, 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 pulled
 them down and off.
 
 Then she looked at him and said, "If you ever wear my clothes into town
 again, you're fired."