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Show 5 everything they heard at the Trading Post; how Bad Coyote took his father's horse and ran away to Mexican Hat; how he once would fight his school teacher. "Let us hear no more of that family," said the mother as she dished the mutton stew. Did not a neighbor come from Moonlight Water say your father comes home soon. His eyes will shine when he sees Somli can walk without resting. Somli found another way to the pool. The days were hot and windy. The pool was shallow. "How Cool here," thought Somli. He closed his eyes and would have gone to sleep had he not heard the thud of horses hooves. Somli pushed deeper in the mud and waited. It was a rider all right. Maybe his father had borrowed a horse. Closer, faster, faster the sound. Somli raised up and saw a huge jackrabbit jump over a tall bush heading for the pool. Close on his heels a boy onapony. It is Bad Coyote heading straight for his leather pouch. Somli jumped from the mudhole, but Coyote's supple body leaned to the ground, grabbed the pouch and held it high in the air. "The blue feather - do not take the pouch!" screamed Somli. "Blue father," mocked Coyote lashing his horse to a run. He was gone - gone too, the pouch and the blue feather. Dazed, his magic gone, Somli dragged himself toward home. How could he tell his mother about this? If only his father would come. He would pretend nothing had happened. Arriving home he pretended putting the pouch on the cedar tree. Inside the Hogan he laid on the goat skin to rest. |