A wealthy rancher passed away, leaving everything to his devoted wife. She was smart, strikingly beautiful, and determined to keep the ranch running—there was just one problem: she didn’t know the first thing about ranching.

Realizing she needed help, she placed an ad for a ranch hand.

Two cowboys applied. One was a heavy drinker, the other was gay. After much thought (and not many options), she hired the gay cowboy, figuring he’d be less trouble around the house than the drunk.

Turned out to be a great decision. The ranch hand was hardworking, knowledgeable, and put in long hours. Under his care, the ranch thrived.

One evening, the widow said, “You’ve done a fantastic job. You should go into town and enjoy yourself.”

He agreed and took off for a well-earned night out.

But as the clock ticked past one… then two… he still wasn’t back. Finally, around two-thirty, he walked through the door—only to find the widow sitting by the fireplace, sipping wine, waiting for him.

She motioned him closer and, in a soft voice, said, “Unbutton my blouse.”

Nervously, he did as she asked.