A Texan Rancher Story

(Another forwarded email story...keep them comin'.)

A Texas rancher got into his pickup and drove to a neighboring ranch and knocked at the door. A young boy, about 9, opened the door.

"Is yer Dad home?" the rancher asked.

"No sir, he ain't," the boy replied. "He went into town."

"Well," said the rancher, "is yer Mom here?"

"No, sir, she ain't here neither. She went into town
with Dad."

"How about your brother, Howard? Is he here?"

"He went with Mom and Dad."

The rancher stood there for a few minutes, shifting
from one foot to the other and mumbling to himself.


"Is there anything I can do fer ya?" the boy asked

politely. "I know where all the tools are, if you want

to borry one. Or maybe I could take a message fer

Dad."


"Well," said the rancher uncomfortably, "I really

wanted to talk to yer Dad. It's about your brother

Howard getting my daughter Pearly Mae, pregnant."


The boy considered for a moment. "You would have to

talk to Pa about that," he finally conceded. "If it

helps you any, I know that Pa charges $50 for the bull

and $25 for the hog, but, I really don't know how much

he gets fer Howard."