Teamwork by Carlos Najera

Wagons were used to transport goods and supplies. Trains were around, just not here. Horses were often used to pull the wagons. Mules were better. A lot of the old timers would say they were smarter that horses.


When traders took a load and the teams were of horses, they would take along a mule.   Whenever they would reach a water hole, the mule would drink first. If the mule would not drink then no one, not even the horses were allowed to drink.

Those Desert folks considered the mules Blessed animals.   They would say that if the water hole was poisoned the mule would see the Devil dancing around it and it would not drink.

If the teams were mules they would take a mare along for the ride.   They would say that the mules respected the mother instinct of the mare and behave.

In this part of the country, Coyotes howl and the winds run free, and when the winds run “free” they kick up a terrific sand storm.

When you are caught in one of these storms you cannot see more than four or five feet away.    I have seen these storms destroy homes, wagons and campers.

When a wagon and team was caught in one of these storms, the driver would stop, unhitch the team and tie the animals with their tails toward the wind, then he would wrap himself in a blanket, lie down and wait for the storm to wane.


About jedwardnajera

I am an artist and a Poet. I live the life of a poet. I published several novels. Nena the Fairy and the Iron Rose, Dust of the Moon are among them, available through Amazon Books. I have spent over thirty five years in a classroom. I am now retired from that profession. My father kept a living record of his lifetime as he lived through the Twentieth Century. He was born in 1908 and almost lived long enough to see us enter the new millennium. He entrusted to me nearly 400 pages that he wrote through the years. Now I am continuing the tradition by posting my own stories and misadventures. I am trying to post a new entry or chapter each Friday. Check in on us at least once a week for the latest post.
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