Tricked

about a minute, amid a great clash of rocks and dirt that woke Oberon and Coyote and roused Granuaile from the campfire she’d built some distance away. Coyote was now in his animal form, and he began to yip in amusement at how quickly the road took shape.
    » It’s too bad I can’t build shit, « I told him. » Because now you’ll have to explain how this got here without me. «
    Coyote fell over laughing and howled, and Oberon regarded him with bemusement.
    › What’s so funny about moving rocks around? ‹ he asked. › Is there some kind of joke to it that you never explained to me? ‹
    No, Coyote just appreciates a good trick. He put me on the spot earlier and now I’ve turned it against him. How did the ass-sniffing go?
    › Oh, it was great fun! Lots of laughs. I scored a peanut-butter sandwich too. But nobody had milk; how do you like that? ‹
    I thanked Colorado for his wonderful work and told him we would speak again in the morning. I’d be hanging around and training an apprentice, and I was counting on him to help me teach her about the earth’s needs. He was nearly overwhelmed with gratitude and pride at this news and said it was the best day he’d had in centuries.
    While I’d been in a trancelike state all afternoon, paying full attention to Colorado, Granuaile had slipped away to town and come back with a few groceries. She had a basic grill propped over the fire, thanks to a couple of rocks, and she was making hamburgers sprinkled with garlic powder. In a cast-iron skillet resting on one half of the grill, she sautéed mushrooms and onions in olive oil.
    › Will you tell her I like my cow plain? ‹ Oberon said. › No need to ruin it with fried fungus, and those onions will give me Heinz body anemia. ‹
    I think she knows that already, but I will tell her . I was used to watching Oberon’s diet and unbinding the caffeine in his tea, but he was conscientious about keeping track of his allergies in case I missed something.
    Coyote shifted to his human form and chuckled. » That was pretty good, Mr. Druid. But why’d it take ya so long? Woulda been better to do it when ever’one was still here. «
    » You got a completely solid road made to the top of that mesa in less than a day and you’re complaining about how long it took? «
    » Ain’t complainin’, « Coyote said. » Just sayin’ your timing coulda been better. «
    » I’ll remember for next time, Mr. Benally. «
    Coyote told us stories after we ate—some of them old, like his encounter with Horned Toad and with Bluebird, and some of them new, like teaming up with Rattlesnake to scare a traveler who’d stopped on the roadside to relieve himself.
    After I told a story about my involvement at the Battle of Kalka River, and Oberon shared how he’d landed on that rescue ranch in Massachusetts where I’d found him, we were ready to hit the sack. Said sacks were in Granuaile’s car; she’d stowed sleeping bags in there in preparation for this road trip, because we knew at some point we’d be staying outdoors. Granuaile hauled them out, I used a wee bit of power to smooth out the ground, and we stretched out for the night. Coyote took his canine form and curled up with Oberon near the fire, and Oberon was so pleased by this that he completely forgot that he was ahead in our little game and neglected to declare victory. That meant I might be able to catch up tomorrow. I couldn’t wait to see how Coyote explained the road in the morning.
    He disappointed me. To my chagrin, he brazenly, baldly lied about it. » It’s always been there, « he said, when Darren Yazzie asked how in the world we’d built a road overnight. Sophie Betsuie chimed in and said, no, it wasn’t there yesterday, she remembered talking about it. And then Coyote turned everything into a dominance game.
    » You callin’ me a liar? « he said, a threatening growl in his voice. And that’s all it took, because he was the boss.
    Sophie wanted to call him a liar, bless her heart, but she couldn’t. But she wouldn’t cave and say he wasn’t a liar either. She just turned around and walked away, making her position clear without saying anything.
    Coyote shot a smirk at me. He hadn’t been made the least bit uncomfortable by the situation. We were allies, sure, but he was also intent on getting the better of me whenever he could.
    Now that the road was there, work trucks brought up lumber to build a large hogan. They were building it semi-traditionally,