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Show He pulled. A crowd gathered, laughing at the dude in his frustration. Which made the dude all the more angry. So, with more determination, he pushed... And he pulled... And he cursed loud and long... Then the Sheriff appeared and told the dude to get his mule off the sidewalk or he'd be seeing the inside of the jail. It wasn't that the dude didn't try, it was just that havin' heard the word, whoa, Emmett was stayin' put. Which was the conclusion the man was coming to when I eased up to him and said, "I'll take that mule off'n your hands for the mere sum of V." "Done!" shouted the dude, and slapped a V in my hand. He headed for the long end of the street, not wanting to see that mule again. Of course, you know what I did next: in Emmett's ear I whispered a couple of "whoas," and then I said, "Giddap"--and off I went to New Mexico with my first mule. On arriving, I got myself a small wagon and started haulin' goods between Santa Fe and Albuquerque. In the early days of the Santa Fe Trail, 12-mule teams were used to pull three freight wagons coupled together. On the trail, when meeting on-coming |
