I was on a summer archaeological project and swiftly managed to alienate most of the crew. The Chumash monitor took offence at my six pack of alcohol on a native site before retiring to a rock ledge to smoke marijuana. I sat down and began to eat a monster sandwich of buffalo meat and San francisco Sourdough bread. This girl began complaining that she was a vegan and I was upsetting her. I retreated to the far side of the camp and sat down. As I started to eat, I noticed a curious movement in the chapparel. I froze, and soon a very thin and obviously injured coyote came into focus. I slowly tossed a hunk of meat. Usually 'yotes are extremely wary animals. This one took the meat and quickly swallowed it. I told the coyote there was some great granola and tofu on the other side, as I slowly gave her my entire sandwich. I felt a movement behind me, and recognised the quiet footsteps of Ben, a Dine' just out of the Army. "You know, coyote is a very powerfull spirit. Yes,Ben, I know that. Sharing is a good thing Chris. Ben? Yea? If I give you half my beer will you shut up? yea,thats fair." Sometimes the company makes the meal memorable. <img src="images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />