Coyote Blue by Christopher Moore Read Free Book Online

twenty years – teeth, claws, fur, and sweet grass braids – spilled out on the dresser. Among them lay a red feather that he had never seen before.
    Sam looked at the coyote medicine and began to tremble.
    Coyote Makes the World
    A long time ago there was water everywhere. Old Man Coyote looked around and said, "Hey, we need some land." It was his gift from the Great Spirit that he could command all of the animals, which were called the Without Fires Clan, so he called four ducks to help him find land. He ordered each of the ducks to dive under the water and find some mud. The first three returned with nothing, but the fourth duck, because four is the sacred number and that is the way things go in these stories, returned with some mud from the bottom.
    "Swell," said Old Man Coyote. "Now I will make some land." He made the mountains and the rivers, the prairies and the deserts, the plants and the animals. Then he said, "Guess I'll make some people now, so there will be someone to tell stories about me."
    From the mud he made some tall and beautiful people. Old Man Coyote liked them very much. "I will call them Absarokee , which means 'Children of the Large-Beaked Bird.' Someday some dumb white guys will come here and get the translation all wrong and call them Crow."
    "What are they going to eat?" one of the ducks asked.
    "They have no feathers or fur. What will they cover themselves with?" asked a second duck.
    "Yes," said a third duck. "They're pretty, but they won't be able to stay out in the weather."
    Old Man Coyote thought for a while about how much he disliked ducks, then he took some more mud and made a strange-looking animal with a thick coat and horns. "Here," he said. "They can get everything they need from this animal. I'll call it a buffalo."
    The fourth duck had been standing by watching all this and smoking a cigarette. "It's a big animal. Your people won't be able to catch it," he said, blowing a long stream of blue smoke in Old Man Coyote's face.
    "Okay, so here's another animal that they can ride so they can catch the buffalo."
    "And how will they catch that one?" asked the fourth.
    "Look, duck, do I have to work out everything? I made the world and these people and I've given them everything they need, so just back off."
    "But if they have everything they need, what will they do? Just sit around telling stories about you?"
    "That would be good."
    "Boring" said the duck.
    "I'll make them a bunch of enemies. They'll be hopelessly outnumbered and have to fight all the time and do all kinds of war rituals. How's that?"
    "They'll get wiped out."
    "No, I'll stay with them. The Children of the Large-Beaked Bird will be my favorites, although some of their enemies can tell stories about me too."
    "But what if the buffalo animals all get killed?"
    "Won't happen. There's too many of them."
    "But what if they do?"
    "Then I guess the people are fucked. I'm tired and dirty and cold from standing in all that water. I'm going to invent the sweat bath and warm up."
    So Old Man Coyote built a sweat lodge out of willow branches and buffalo skins. He heated the rocks in a fire and put them in a pit in the middle of the sweat lodge, then he and the ducks crawled inside and closed the door, making it completely dark inside.
    "Hey, put out that cigarette!" Old Man Coyote said to the fourth duck.
    The duck threw the cigarette on the hot rocks and smoke filled the lodge. "That smells pretty good," Old Man Coyote said. "Let's throw some other stuff on the fire and see how it goes." He threw on some cedar needles and they smelled pretty good too, then he threw on some sweet grass and some sage. "This stuff will be part of the sweat ceremony, too. And some water – we need some water so it will really get hot and miserable in here."
    "And we can get truly purified and clean?" asked the third duck.
    "Right," said Old Man Coyote. "First I'll pour four dippers of water on the rocks for the four directions."
    "And the four