A poor Texas Rancher’s eighteen-year-old daughter tells her Mom that she is in the family way. Three months pregnant and soon to show.
Shouting, cursing and crying, the mother demands to know who was “the low-down vulture that done it.”
Tearfully, the girl admits it was the richest cattle rancher in the State. Only problem is he’s married.
Hoppin’ mad, the Mom calls the man and demands he come over to the house and own up to what he done.
Half an hour later, a brand new pickup truck stops in front of their house.
A mature and distinguished man steps out, wearing a Stetson hat and custom-made cowboy boots.
He whips off his hat and asks politely to come in.
He settles down on the couch with the father, mother, and the girl, and tells them:
“Sir, your daughter has informed me of her condition.”
“I can’t marry her because of my personal situation, but I intend to do the right thing. I will pay all costs and provide for your daughter for the rest of her life. And, if the child is a girl, I will bequeath 10,000 acres of land, 5,000 head of cattle, a ranch house, 4 of my best hands and a $2,000,000 bank account.” He paused to let that sink in, then continued.
“If it’s a boy, I will leave him 50,000 acres, 30,000 head of cattle, a ranch house, ten of my best hands and a $10,000,000 bank account.” He took a deep breath, stood and started to pace.
“If its twins, they will receive 25,000 acres, 20,000 head of cattle, a ranch house, 5 of my best hands and $2,000,000 each.”
He turned and faced the mom.
“What I’m unclear of, is if there’s a miscarriage, what do you suggest I do?’
At this point, the father, who had remained silent holding a shotgun, places a hand firmly on the man’s shoulder, looks him directly in the eyes and tells him.
“You gonna try again!”
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