pack mule

The last of the caravan jostled past, revealing the stiff, blind donkey I had seen earlier sleeping beside Samir, and a pack mule, loitering nearby.

He trotted over to his pack mule and prepared the bundle of goods.

When the second horn sounded, I loaded the pack mule as Samir massaged the space behind Rostam’s ears.

I had to stuff the jar of raki and the packet of cherry paste under the bundles of wool on the pack mule in order to yank on Rostam’s harness with both hands.

When Samir looked back and saw the donkey, the pack mule, and me lagging behind, he slowed to a walk.