mule trainer

when we lived in congress arizona we had a neighbor who was a real mess. he was a fair cowboy but a hell of a drinker, and rounder. you couldnt help but like him but he was a mess.  his country was rough and impassable except for horse back. the postmaster in willcox was a mule packer and trader. he traded for a pretty little brown mare mule who just happened to be unbroke. he then talked my friend ito breaking this mule to pack.
        a few days later my neighbor asked if i would come over and help him pack this mule with salt as he needed to put some out up in the mountain.  when i got to his place next mornin he had this mule saddled, blind folded and hobbled plus tied to a solid post in the corral.  we proceeded to pack about 300 pounds of salt on this mule, about half what she weighed!! friend got his saddle horse and i un hobbled the mule , raised the blinds and handed him the lead rope.  they went a couple hundred yards and the mule bucked off the salt.  we re packed her, she went twoo hundred yards and again she bucked off the salt! once again we loaded her up and friend said not to worry he was ok, for me to go on home.  the next mornin i drove by his corrals  and that mule had her head hung over the fence. it was swollen out of shape with a lot of hair missing. i stopped at the house, got a cup of coffee before asking what happened to the mule. he stated that she quit bucking but she took to runnin ogg every chance she got. but what happed to her head? oh she ran into a mesquite limb, ABOUT A HALF DOZEN TIMES!!!