"You gotta be skilled, like us," Oblogatta the chief would comment with a grin at the dummies and snatch a trapped mouse in three steps. Oblogatta was older and had been far to the south, which they called day-sun. He had a grin that coyotes admired when it was not directed at them. Horse would shake his head like he got it and stroll away with his head heavy down. "Sucker doomed to a life of dependence."