“Coyote and his kind—Hawk, Bear, Salmon, Wolf, Thunderbird, and others—they have more possibilities than even a newborn child.” The Cherokee woman turned in a graceful circle as if to encompass all that Coyote and those like him were. “If Coyote can persuade enough of them to allow River Devil to consume them, they may be enough to force the river devil to overeat. And she will be helpless until she digests them all.” “While she is helpless, someone needs to kill her.” The Inuit sister looked at me with her big dark eyes, and I knew, with a sinking feeling, who they were talking about.
