He drove along the dusty Texas highway listening to old country and western tunes when he saw a figure up ahead. As he got closer he could make out the shape of a woman holding out a sign saying "El Paso." She wore a flowered dress and a white blouse. She was a dark lady about twenty five years old. The dust flew around her and the wind tossed her dark tresses about her head. He slowed down as he approached her and rolled down the window.
She smiled at him and said, "Can you give me a lift?"
He replied, "Why sure, just inside" as he stopped. She opened the passenger door and hoisted herself up into the truck.
She sat down beside him and threw her sign into the back. He drove back into the road and proceeded on his way. She parted her legs a little and pulled up her dress, as he glanced over he could see her long luscious thighs of caramel. She noticed him watching her and stroked her thighs. It was hard for him to keep his eyes on the road but he managed. As they drove a little while there was a sign up ahead for a little town.
She said to him "Would you like to stop because I am getting thirsty, there is a sign for a little cantina up ahead. He nodded yes and they traveled in silence up the road.
They spotted the little cantina, a stucco place caught in the middle of nowhere. He pulled into the parking spot and then got out. She walked before him, her hips swinging to and from. He watched her lovely form as she preceded him. They entered the little place; they saw several old men sitting at the tables eating. She led the way and sat down at a quiet spot in the corner. He sat beside her and pulled his chair close to her side. The waitress came over. She ordered a margarita and he a Mexican beer. She turned to him and smiled and asked where he was headed.
He told her, "I am headed just outside of El Paso, there is farm work there."
So she said, " You are a farm hand then?"
"No," he said.
"I'm not a farm hand but a cattle hand"