Coyotes move within a landscape of attentiveness. I have seen their eyes in the creosote bushes and among mesquite trees. They have watched me. And all the times that I saw no eyes, that I...

I am the reality of all coyotes. The archetype. The epitome. You are just a reflection of me.

One more month,” he said finally. “And then they—and Samuel, too—will just have to get used to it. His eye is the color of a bitch with dark chocolate, worst few years and he leaned...

Coyote, who is the creator of all of us, was sitting on his cloud the day after he created Indians. Now, he liked the Indians, liked what they were doing. This is good, he kept...

Perhaps you are Coyote in disguise and have chosen a spectacularly inappropriate time for a joke.