
I’m used to doing research for things like ladies’ cleaning methods, pioneer recipes, Pullman trains, the history of forts and towns, how to raise sheep, 19th century automobiles, and steamships. Things like that. My latest book, Lula Mae, Love Train Series Book 4, sent me in another direction—mules. I’d never considered needing to learn how to handle a mule.
My heroine, Lula Mae Rivers, known as Snapper Lou, is a gold-shipment driver, muleskinner, crack shot, and ace card player. She’s proud to say she’s not a thief, liar, cheat, blasphemer, or train robber. A robbery left her broke and she needs to get to Cheyenne, Wyoming to pick up her motherless niece. Dressed as a boy, as is her custom, she stows away in the Union Pacific Railway baggage car headed there. Unfortunately, she’s discovered by U.S. Marshal Gannon Calloway, who has no idea she’s a woman at first.
Later, they ride off together from Cheyenne, Wyoming, to chase down a killer who has kidnapped Lula Mae’s niece. Do they go by horseback? Well, the marshal does, but Lula Mae only rides mules, so, naturally, I had to learn about them.
Who’d have thought there would be much to know about mules? They’re just like horses, right? Wrong.

A mule is a hybrid cross between a male donkey (jack) and a female horse (mare). Because the mule most often demonstrates the best traits from each parent, he possesses what’s known as hybrid vigor. The mule inherits from the donkey his incredible strength, intelligence, patience, perseverance, endurance and surefootedness. He gets his equine beauty, athletic ability and speed from the horse.

One type of mule is a hinny, or hinney. This is a cross between a male horse (stallion) and a female donkey (jenny, or jennet). The hinny differs from a mule in subtle ways. One example is the hinny’s slowness and meticulous say of moving. He gets this from the jennet as does the mule, which tends to be a little faster, more energetic and more agile, like the mare. The hinny, because of his meticulous way of going, is actually better in very steep, rocky terrain and, especially, in loose rock, and will not tire a quickly as a mule. Gaited hinnies are preferable in this kind of terrain where there is little opportunity to gallop because they have a smooth, more ground-covering gait.

The hooves of a hinny tend to be more donkey-like—narrow, oval and more upright—whereas the hooves of a mule will look more horse-like; a little rounder (although still oval) with slightly more angle than the donkey hoof, but not as flat, round and angled as a horse’s hoof. The hooves of both mules and hinnies should be trimmed more upright and the heels left longer than a horse’s hooves.
Got all that? Now, you have to learn how to approach a mule because you don’t do it like you would a horse. Mules are more sensitive; they can become upset easier. You know the saying, stubborn as a mule. This won’t necessarily be true if you know how to handle a mule. You don’t just stalk up to one. You watch her and take your cues from her body language. If her tail is swishing, she’s upset. Wait until she, and the tail, calms down. She’ll look at you, tip her ear toward you, to check you out. If her head goes up, she turns away or starts her tail swishing, back off and wait for her to calm. When she relaxes and drops her head, it means she’s accepted you.
Don’t yell at a mule. Use your body to communicate with her. Stomp your feet to get her attention, stop her moving around. Back up to tell her to stay put. When she’s calm, you can approach. Don’t pat a mule; stroke or scratch her instead. You build a relationship with a mule; then you can handle her easily.

A mule can make a great companion and even an equine competitor. They can be used for steer roping, and penning events as well as working hunter, jumping and even dressage competitions. Draft mules are excellent for farm work.
The mule, much like the camel, is at home in a desert like climate, able to leverage scarce water rations far more effectively than horses. It is rare for a mule to become dehydrated. Mules live longer than horses, on average. The median lifespan of a horse is 15 years whereas, it is 18 years for a mule. Some mules have been known to live well past 40 years of age. Mules have super strong hooves. While their feet are small, they are far more robust and much less brittle than those of the horse. Fairly resistant to hoof problems, their feet can be kept in great condition simply with regular trimming. They are very surefooted and careful due to their small, narrow hoof structure.

Mules have very few feeding problems; they do not get colic and laminitis as easily as horses and require very little grain feed, subsisting beautifully just on forage. Their hay does not need to be top range, often second cut or older hay is fine. Mules are calm, reliable animals.
Lula Mae is an expert on handling mules. She’s a muleteer, which makes her an unusual and fun character to work with. She’s also an expert on handling a whip, which means I had to learn that as well. Maybe I’ll write about that next time. I had a blast writing Lula Mae’s story. I hope you’ll hop aboard the Love Train, ride along with her and Marshal Calloway, and watch them fall in love.
Giveaway!
Charlene is giving away a copy of Lula Mae to one winner, and a second winner will win a book from her backlist. So exciting! Leave a comment for a chance to win!
Have you ever ridden or known a mule?
Charlene Raddon likes to claim that her fiction career began in the third grade when she told her class she’d had a nonexistent baby sister killed by a black widow spider. Her first serious attempt at writing came in 1980 when a vivid dream drove her to drag out a typewriter and begin writing. She’s been writing ever since. She grew up certain she’d been born in the wrong era and truly belonged in the Old West. Her genre is, of course, historical romance set in the American West. At present, she has five books, originally published in paperback by Kensington Books, two anthologies and a novella available on Amazon. Now an indie author, Charlene is busy on her next novel. She also designs book covers and other graphic materials for authors, specializing in western, at http://silversagebookcovers.com.
Website: http://charleneraddon.com
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I have seen mules but never ridden one. thanks for the great post. I enjoyed learning more about them
You’re welcome, Debra. Thanks for reading it.
Charlene, this is good to know. Had no idea there were so many differences!
I was surprised as well, Kathy. Thanks for reading my blog.
I have visited my neighbor who raises mules many times but I bet even she doesn’t know all of this!
It would be interesting to find out. If she’s raising them, she must know how to handle them. Thanks, Rhonda.
The only mule I know about is on Gunsmoke. Festus rode one.
I love Gunsmoke and Festus. I named a cat Festus once. Thanks for dropping by, Charlene
Welcome toady. What wonderful information. I bet this was fun to research. When I lived on the farm growing up, our neighbor had a mule. She was so pretty. But ornery. But she did have her times. She loved children just not adults. Yes I remember Festus mule on Gunsmoke. .
It was fun to research, Lori. I didn’t know there was so much to learn about mules. Interesting that your neighbor’s mule only liked children.
Wow a fun read! My husband and I were part of an outfitter’s group who took 20 mules loaded with bales of compacted hay up the mountains about 13 miles to open a fishing camp. One mule fell into a hole and became lame. We opened the fishing camp, slept in tents, and cooked over an open fire. The next morning, as we were packing up, the mule had to be left behind to recover. That poor mule cried and bellowed his heart out. I felt so bad. He wasn’t felt alone, but definitely wanted to return with the others. The outfitter stated, he’d rather have a string of mules, then horses because of their endurance.
Thanks, Kathy. Poor mules left all alone. I bet he was glad to see whoever came to get him. Thanks, Kathy.
Good morning, Charlene! I enjoyed learning about the differences between mules and horses. Sure makes for a fun heroine who is an expert with mules!
Great blog!
Good morning to you, Pam. Lula Mae is a really fun character. I adored her and so did the marshal. Thanks.
I’ve never ridden or had anything to do with a mule. I found your article very interesting though and informative.
Neither had I, Connie. Glad you found my info interesting. Thanks for the comment.
I have seen a mule, but never have ridden one.
I’ve never been around a mule. Growing up in So. LA, horses (and mules) were a bit rare. Glad you dropped by, Kathleen
I didn’t know that about mules. I found your research very informative especially the different types of mules. Obviously the writers for Gunsmoke didn’t research about mules as Festus would hit his mule with his hat to get him to do what he wanted. I have never ridden a mule.
Love your name, Karijean. It’s unique. Festus must have had a good relationship with his mule to get away with that. Thanks for the comment.
grew up with a team of black stocking legged pony mules – they were so mean to each other, 1/2 siblings and to other horses! FIL also had a team of red pony mules that he drove hitched to a small wagon and took the grandkids for rides!
What a fun FIL to do that for the kids. Mules can be testy, all right. I’ve never met one. Glad to hear from you, Teresa.
Hello from West Texas! I enjoyed reading your post, it is very interesting , thank you for sharing all these differences . Your book trailer is Awesome!! I love the sound of your book and your cover is Beautiful! I Love, love trains also. Have a great weekend and stay safe.
Hi, Alicia. So glad you enjoyed the post. Pam Crooks did my trailer. She did an fabulous job. The cover is my work. Thanks for stopping by and leaving a comment.
Happy Friday! What an interesting post. I have, in fact, ridden a mule. And after reading what you’ve written I think it might have been a hinny. One vacation at Yosemite we decided to take a guided horse ride up the trails. Except those without riding experience had to ride mules. Very uncomfortable and bumpy, but I certainly did appreciate that animal’s ability to turn on a dime when it looked like we would ride right off the edge of a cliff and it would make a perfect turn. Looking forward to reading Lula Mae’s story. And I love your made up sister-spider story!
Thanks, Sally. I’m not surprised that they’d use mules in Yosemite. They’re so surefooted. You may have been uncomfortable but you were safe. Thanks for your comments.
That’s really interesting! I’ve never ridden a mule before, though I have ridden horses. I’ve seen mules taking people down the path in the Grand Canyon, but even knowing how sure footed they are I don’t think I’d want to ride anything on that narrow a path. Thanks for sharing!
Yes, it would take some courage to ride that trail in Grand Canyon, but mules would be what you’d want taking you down. Thanks for commenting.
I haven’t seen a mule in a long time but when I was a kid living in a very small town the fifth grade teacher owned one and she used to let my friend borrow it and we’d ride around town on it… We were about ten years old and I doubt that type of thing happens very often anymore haha…liability insurance anybody… Right next door to the schoolyard there was a house with a few cows out in the back and we would jump the fence and sit on them sometimes. They were so docile they’d just stand there since they were used to it.
I enjoyed the information you shared with us today!
I’m so glad you enjoyed the post, Rachel. It was fun writing it and even more fun writing Lula Mae. She’s a real character. Thanks for commenting.
Enjoyed your post, Charlene. We had many mules over the years. Besides pleasure and trail riding, we used them for packing and driving. We even had one hinny. She was small, her sire was a Shetland pony and her dam a burro. She was about twenty when we got her for our kids, who were very young at the time, and she lived to be a good forty-years-old at least. I was told small hinnys like her were originally bred to haul the ore carts in the mine tunnels. Anyway, her name was Judy, and she was a good old girl. Sweet as they come.
Wow, 40 years is a good long time. I’ve read about the mules used in the mines. Seems today that mules are kind of forgotten except by trail guides. Thanks for the comment.
I’ve never ridden a mule. I remember my grandfather having a mule for a short time. He used it for plowing.
The Amish use mules for many tasks.
denise
I didn’t know that about the Amish. Interesting. You must live in Amish country. Thanks for commenting.
Thank you for sharing such interesting information. I have never rode a mule. God bless you.
Glad you enjoyed it, Debbie. Thanks for commenting.
I’ve been around mules. However, I’ve not ridden one.
I don’t think I’ve ever been around a mule. If I was, I didn’t know it was a mule. Thanks for commenting.
I’ve seen them but never ridden one!
Me either, Teresa. It would be interesting to try. I wouldn’t mind trying whipcracking either. YouTube has good videos on it. Thanks for dropping by.
I have seen mules before but never ridden one. I love the info you shared with us found it very interesting as to how the mule came about.
Thanks, Quilt Lady. I thought it was fascinating when I read it. It amazes me the things I don’t know even at my age. There’s no way you can learn it all in one lifetime.
Charlene, I loved your blog on mules. I have never ridden one, however; I have seen a lot of them on the farms around Indiana. Who knew they are better than horses & more surer footed. Your new book sounds Amazing. Will add it to my TBR list.
Hi, Lois. I don’t think I’ve ever been around a mule. If I was, it would have had to be one that looked like a horse. I hope you do read my book and enjoy it. Thanks
haven’t ridden one
Me either, bn100. If I ever get the chance I’ll sure try it, though Thanks.
Probably another few reasons why you see them used in the Grand Canyon. Thanks for the cool info.
Ashley, yes, this is why they use them in the mountains and canyons. Glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for commenting.
My brothers used mules to pack their hunting supplies while using horses to ride on. That is my only experience with mules.
Well, you’ve had more experience with them than I have, Cindi. How cool that your brothers use them for hunting trips. Thanks for telling me.