The Ghoul of Socorro

"Have you heard about any strange goings-on around here?"
The smith looked up at him as though measuring Jack and, after a minute, nodded. "Some local Indians say that Coyote walks at night around here."
Something warned Jack not to dismiss the comment. "What does that mean?"
"Death often walks with Coyote. Maybe it's spite. They say Coyote can't die, so Death takes a few extra where Coyote walks, to make up the difference."
Jack studied the man. The Indian might be superstitious. Hell, he might even be crazy. But he was most definitely not joking. "How do I find this Coyote?"
"You don't. You pray to your God he doesn't find you."