The American Mule deserves more credit than it's given as the trailblazer's companion. In fact, it is more versatile and valuable than the horse in its ability to cope with rough terrain and the unexpected dangers on and off the trails of the American Frontier.
The Author's Thoughts on the Mule
The least glamorous but most useful creature of genus Equus is what may be considered, the illegitimate offspring of the horse and donkey. This term fits not because of any distain that I have for the venerable old mule. No, I like them despite what many seasoned muleteers may say when spinning yarns of savage kicks, thrown 'cargas' and hapless riders, hurtled headlong into a cholla patch, soon to gain Solomon's knowledge through Job's suffering. No sir! The mule is truly a child of two families ascended to the lofty title of prince and princess of the plains.
While donkeys, and horses, care naught for matrimony beyond their casual association; their tryst in cupids grove begat a sterile hybrid with the best traits of both animals combined. So, such regal perfection comes at a dear cost as each mule is condemned to its glorious reign over its own realm without hope of an heir to their dynasty. With their final breath, the sun sets on another glorious bloodline; one whose mold was broken upon the first casting with an exact copy of its likeness ne're to be seen again.
Mules have faithfully served humanity since ancient times. They have carried kings and borne the burdens of countless civilizations long before their hooves ever crushed the sod of North America’s deserts and plains.
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