Ever since he was a pup, he had felt the stars tugging at the heart of him as if their distance only amplified their gravity. Many a vole or cottontail had been spared the final lethal snapping of his fangs when, distracted at the last by a glint seen out of the corner of his … Continue reading Coyote Dances with the Stars
Ah, Coyote. He’s one of the many glories of Native American folk stories and, for me, perhaps the prime glory. He’s a lot like the fox in European folk stories, in that he can be good or bad, wise or foolish, or all of these things at once. In short, he’s very human, and that’s … Continue reading Coyote Dances with the Stars
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