Coyote Jack was near death when he saw it. A bright light on a hill.
It reached out to him in the form of a hand, and although he knew it
was only a trick of the mind, as all minds wander when they begin to
slip, he reached out his paw. But Coyote Jack's paw was no longer a
paw, it was a hand, just like the hand that was reaching toward him,
only his had six fingers, and the hand made of light had ten.
