pablo roped a bull

we were pasturing cattle in and around picacho arizona one winter. i had a little desert ranch leased and was runnin some mixed cattle for a trader in pheonix. there was one well and it had a submersable pump which had to be pumped with a generater. because of the location we couldnt leave the generater unattended.  i put a camp trailer there where the corral was and hired my old friend pablo to stay there , pump water, and keep a eye on things. about the second hour he was there he started in on me to buy him a little mule. he had a brown mare that would knock your eye out but he wanted a mule.
    one night about a week later a trader showed up at the house with a trailer full of ropin steers to sell me. when he unloaded the prettiest little mare mule  i ever saw jumped out with the steers. she was about 13 hands and weighed 600 pounds. to little for me but just right for pablo. he was bareley 5 foot tall. the fact that he was 70 years old didnt seem to bother him, or me for that matter. he was a cowboy!  this little mule was halter broke and that was it. i ended up buying her for pablo. the fact that she was appaloosa colored didnt hurt any.  pablo was a happy camper!
    as time went on the mule got rode, the grass dried out and it was time to ship the cattle.  after a week of gathering we were short one bull and three steers.  this ranch wasnt very big 30 sections or so but was brushy, and loaded with cactus. one afternoon we were making a circle with pablo on the mule about a half mile away , when i saw him jump this red bull out of a mesquite thicket. the bull weighed a good 1400 pounds and pablo was riding a 600 pound mule, but the old man jerked down the rieta, and built to the bull! that mule could fly and she coasted up on that fat bull like a pay wagon passen a tramp!  pablo roped mr. bull slick around the horns and started taking dallies.  smoke lifted off of pablos saddle horn as the mule drove her tail into the ground! when the bull was a good 65 feet out and pablo was about out of rope he spurred up to the bull gathering and recoiling that skin rope as he went! when he was 20 foot from the bull he dallied again and the mule parked and the smoke atarted again! after a half mile and 3 more of these performances the bull stopped and turned to face the mule, just as i got there the bull charged, i ropped two feet and we stretched the bull and tied him!  pablo was sure proud of that little mach( spanish for a hinney)  i let him keep her and i heard later he was match racing her around tucson and cleannin up! i think he sent her on down to sasabe to his brothers ranch. but bar none that was the best hundred doller mule i ever bought!