cattle buyer

frenchie

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A successful 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 ranch hand.
Two men applied for the job. One was a cowboy and the other a cattle buyer. She checked their references and learned the cowboy was a hopeless womanizer with a drinking problem. The cattle buyer listed his banker as a reference and the banker told the widow that the cattle buyer was honest and hardworking and she would be completely safe having him around.

She hired the cattle buyer and he proved to be a hard worker who put in long hours every day and knew a lot about ranching. After a month, the rancher's widow said to the cattle buyer, "You've done a really good job and the ranch looks great. You should go into town and kick up your heels." The cattle buyer readily agreed and went into town on Saturday night.

However one o'clock came and he didn't return. Two o'clock, and no cattle buyer. He returned around two-thirty and upon entering the room, 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. Nervously, 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 firelight.

"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 pulled them down and off. Then she looked at him and said, "If you ever wear my clothes into town again, you're fired.



Gotcha :lol2:
 
The cattle buyer's wife was fed up with her husband's drinking and carousing, so she decided to try to scare him bad enough while he was in a drunken stupor to make him change his ways. She dressed up like Satan and when her husband stumbled into the house at 2:30 in the morning, she appeared from behind the curtains and moved toward him menacingly, making hissing sounds, and brandishing a pitchfork.
The cattle buyer calmly looked at Satan and then slobbered, "You don't scare me, you SOB... I married your sister."
 
frenchie":q7877t99 said:
The cattle buyer's wife was fed up with her husband's drinking and carousing, so she decided to try to scare him bad enough while he was in a drunken stupor to make him change his ways. She dressed up like Satan and when her husband stumbled into the house at 2:30 in the morning, she appeared from behind the curtains and moved toward him menacingly, making hissing sounds, and brandishing a pitchfork.
The cattle buyer calmly looked at Satan and then slobbered, "You don't scare me, you SOB... I married your sister."

Now thats funny I don't care who you are.

:lol: :lol: :lol:
 
Jake and Bart were on their way to look a big string of cattle when they got caught in a terrible blizzard. In white-out conditions, they pulled into a ranch headquarters and asked the attractive lady who answered the door if they could spend the night.
"I realize it's terrible weather out there and I have this huge house all to myself, but I'm recently widowed," she explained. "I'm afraid the neighbors will talk if I let you stay in my house, so maybe it would be better if your stayed in the bunkhouse.”

“Not a problem,” said Bart. “The bunkhouse will be fine… If the weather breaks, we’ll be gone at first light.”

Come morning, the weather was clear and the cattle buyers got on their way. About nine months later, Jake received an unexpected letter from an attorney. It took him a few minutes to figure it out, but he finally determined that it was from the attorney of that attractive widow that let them stay in her bunkhouse.

He found Bart at his favorite watering hole and asked, “Do you remember that good-looking widow that let us stay in her bunkhouse last winter?”

“I sure do,” replied Bart.

"Did you happen to get up in the middle of the night, go up to the house and pay her a visit?" Jake asked.

With growing concern, Bart answered cautiously, “Yeah, I guess I did.”

"And did you happen to use my name instead of telling her your name?" asked Jake.

Looking like a deer caught in the headlights, Bart mumbled, “I guess I did that, too. Is there a problem?”

“No problem,” laughed Jake. “She just died… And left me everything
 

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