neck. Jim-Bob took a sideways step closer to Randall and lowered his head slightly, as if to suggest that he wouldnât say no if someone offered to scratch behind his ears. Randall obliged, and Jim-Bobâs long face took on a dreamy look.
âAnd they eat less for their size than horses, which is another big selling point with a small farmer,â Randall went on. âA hundred and fifty years ago, your mule was like your tractor and your pickup, all rolled into one. By 1920, there were around five million mules in the U.S., and probably hundreds of thousands of these donkeys that the mule breeders used to produce them. And then along came Henry Ford and the model T.â
Jim-Bob pulled his head back. I wondered at first if he was objecting to Randallâs mentioning the man whose invention had led to the downfall of his breed. Then Jim-Bob stuck his head forward again at a slightly different angle, so Randall could reach the other ear.
âPoor old guy,â Rob said. âI guess with nobody using mules anymore, this guyâs out of a job.â He stepped forward and began scratching the ear Randall had abandoned. Jim-Bob closed his eyes and sighed with delight.
âLots of people still use mules.â
We glanced around to see a woman with cropped gray hair, blue jeans, and a t-shirt with a picture of a mule and the words MULE PROJECT on it.
âHey, Betsy,â Randall called.
âThe Amish use mules.â Clearly this was Betsyâs favorite topic. âThey may use horses for their buggies, but they plow and harvest with mules. And mules are popular for wilderness trekking. In fact, in parts of the world where you canât take a car, people still use mules for daily transportation. The U.S. Army uses them in places like Afghanistan where the terrainâs too steep to drive or even land a helicopter.â
âBetsyâs one of the people trying to keep the American Jack Mule breed from dying out,â Randall added. âWhat happens if we discover a whole lot of new uses for mules, and canât get top-quality ones?â
âSheâs protecting the strategic mule reserve,â I said. âI like that.â
âAnd I aim to go home with all the mules and donkeys I came with,â Betsy said. âYou hear me, Randall?â
âBetsy,â Randall began. âWeâre just as sick as anyone about the chicken thefts, and weâre tightening up security considerably now. I know youâre worried that someone will steal your stock, but weâre doing our best to guard the animalsââ
âNo, Iâm not that worried about theft,â Betsy said. âMy mules and donkeys pretty much guard themselves. Heaven help the poor rustler who goes after them. No, Iâm talking about that blond hussy who keeps coming âround trying to bludgeon me with her checkbook.â
âGenette Sedgewick?â I asked.
âThatâs her. Sheâs been trying to tell me sheâs a big supporter of the American Mammoth when she canât even tell a mule from a donkey,â Betsy went on. âFor that matter, she canât tell a jack from a jenny.â
âIâm afraid I donât even know what a jack or a jenny is,â Rob said.
âSame as stallion and mare in horses,â Randall put in.
âOkay, I think I could figure that out, now that I know the terminology,â Rob said.
âYouâre allowed not to know the terminology.â Betsyâs gruff tone softened a little. âYouâre not pretending to be an experienced mule and donkey owner.â She turned back to Randall. âIf that woman comes around here again, I might throw her in the pen with Henry, my orneriest mule, and see which one comes out alive.â
Randall glanced over at me.
âYou think we could come up with a rule about harassing exhibitors?â he asked.
âI assume by âweâ you mean
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