Sam with mules

Sam Selman with one of his beloved mule teams.

A few years ago my family attended an event at a local farm market. There were tractors to look at and fresh vegetables to purchase, and there was even a chance to ride in a covered wagon.

We approached the vehicle, where a pair of fine, tall work mules stood waiting, stamping at the occasional fly, their harnesses clinking faintly. The fall sun glanced off their bay coats — the result of careful grooming. Their driver, a middle-aged man with brown hair sticking out from beneath his hat, instructed passengers on where to sit. We boarded and found good spots.

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