Are you a texan?

I got a taste of the cowboy life first back in the early 70s when I was a mounted guard @ a juvenile detention center outside of Baton Rouge La. My favorite horse there was a giant who was known as registered mule. That horse was mean as hell & wasn't scared of anything. He had a trick that put several guards in the hospital. He would rear up on his hind legs; & when they would raise up in the saddle, he would throw his head back & fracture their skulls. I figured him out pretty quick; but on several occasions he reared up & then tried to lay down on me & crush me. All in all, he was still a likeable old cuss. My favorite memory of him was when 3 boys out of one of the dormatories decided they would run from me & Mule We chased em & cornered them in a fence corner & then ran them back into the dormatory. Then I laid down in the saddle & rode Mule right up into the dormatory & up the stairs after those 3 ornery little cusses & scared hell out of them & the woman supervising the dormatory. I got a reprimand for that one. It wasn't always that memorable though. I spent many a night in the saddle under a poncho in the dead of winter while it rained & sleeted & snowed there. I don't envy the true cowboy his life; but you know, I'd still do it all over again if I had the chance.