Two cowboys 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 cowboy, 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 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 widow said to the cowboy, “You have done a seriously excellent job – the ranch looks great and things really couldn’t be going any better. You should definitely go into town and kick up your heels for a bit, you deserve it!”
The hired hand readily agreed and so went into town on Saturday night.
He returned around 2:30 am, and upon entering the house, he found the 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 and placed them neatly by her boots.
“Now take off my skirt.” He slowly unbuttoned it, constantly watching her eyes in the fire light.
“Now take off my bra.” Again, with trembling hands, did as he was told and dropped it to the floor.
Then she looked at him square in the eyes and said: “If you ever wear my clothes into town again, you’re fired!”