COYOTE THIEF LEGEND

"After hours of exploring, I settled in a near perfect circle of mesquite trees with great hesitation. I had an uneasy feeling. Despite my intent to be on guard, I fell asleep only to be awakened by a pack of coyotes in my camp. I sat up with a near branch in my grasp but was frozen upon their  glowing gazes near the fire. I could not move. The coyote closest to me nosed into my supply sack and pulled out the gold slag rock I had found earlier that day. He took in his mouth, stared at me for a moment, turned and left for the darkness."

from the journal of Hans Von Biermann

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