I was accustomed to being called upon to clean up messes guests left behind in their rooms. What was different this time was the instruction that I bring along a shovel. I found the guest’s body stretched out on the bed. He was naked except for his cowboy boots, his body very cool to the touch.  I figured he was one of the local ranch hands who supplemented his meager ranch earnings by providing quickie sex play for customers who had a thing for handsome, well-muscled cowboys and were willing to pay for a roll in the hay with the real thing. Management didn’t want word to get out that some kinda foul play had enrolled this stallion in the DEAD COWBOY CLUB. I understood right away why I’d been told to bring along that shovel.