Coyote Marries His Daughter

by Alan Nafzger & Lilly Tabbytite (Comanche)

Coyote Gets Married His Step-Daughter

Coyote had a stepchild. He had feelings for her. He became ill one day. "I'm going to die tomorrow," he told his wife. Don't wrap me in blankets, just put me up on that hill."

When he was dying the next day, he summoned his wife and stepdaughter. "Make your daughter marry any young man who comes around here." He will assist you. That's it. "I'm sorry to say I'm going to die."

"I'm sorry you're going to die. "I'll force my daughter to marry whoever comes along."

Coyote pretended to be dead that night. They placed him on top of the hill and covered him with a blanket, but they did not wrap him up. They then returned home. They cried the entire day and evening.

Someone arrived after sunset. "My mother, someone is coming," the daughter said. "You know what your father said," the elderly lady said. If he comes here, you'll be married to him."

Coyote had transformed himself into a young man. He'd completely covered himself in paint. He entered the women's lodge.

"What's going on here, my sisters?" "Why are you sobbing?"

"I recently lost my husband. I positioned him on the hill."

"What are you going to do?" I feel bad for you. You should marry your daughter so you can have a son-in-law."

"Coyote, my husband, said that the first man to come along should marry my daughter, so you may have her," the old woman explained.

"All right," he replied.

The old woman built them a tipi to live in. The girl awoke before Coyote the next morning. In the morning light, she noticed a scar on his shoulder. She gave him a close look. The face paint had rubbed off. She had a feeling it was Coyote. She then went to her mother's lodge.

"That's your husband, Old Man Coyote, in there." I'm not going to be with him anymore."

"I'll be right over and fix him," the elderly lady said.

When Coyote saw her approaching, he grabbed his blanket and skipped away.

She went up to where they'd placed his body when she found him missing. There was nothing but his blanket. She returned to her lodge. She started a fire with some soup.

"Prank on us," she told her daughter.