MULES AND HORSES
It was an unusually warm day during a fall roundup on the edge of the Blue Range, and we were running out of fresh horses faster than we were running out of daylight. As the greenest hand, I was elected to finish the day on a mule. As if that weren’t indignity enough, the mule decided to show its independence. When I headed it off into a steep draw, it balked and refused to move. When I insisted, it simply sidestepped and brushed me off a low hanging juniper. One of the cowboys retrieved the mule and brought it back. “That’s the difference between a horse and a mule,” he said grinning. “They both know they’re smarter than you, but a mule is plumb uppity about it.” From Dean Cook, Glendale, Arizona, Arizona Highway, October 1992, pg. 50
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