Sharp as a mesquite thorn and twice as tough, el coyote doesn&&';;t ask for a seat at the table. It just sneaks in, swipes your green chile enchiladas, and it&&';;s gone before you even notice. It sings to the moon, runs with the ghosts, and lives where just about nothin&&';; else can. But that&&';;s just life out in the desert, minus the enchiladas of course-we made that part up.