…When Death Spirit heard of Coyote’s folly he was deeply angered.
He immediately appeared to Coyote who was alone on the prairie howling into the dust.
“You…you…you… congenital transgressor!” spat Death Spirit in his rage, “I told you not to do anything foolish of this sort. You were about to establish the practice of returning from death for the coming race but now they will have to deal with things as they are.”
Coyote howled and howled into the dust.
“I will return to the Lodge of the Dead,” Coyote said to himself and start the whole thing over.”
Coyote started out the next morning, retracing the steps that he and Death Spirit had taken together.
Recognising the Plain of the Horses, Coyote pointed and said, “Oh look, a round-up of horses.”
Coyote went on further until he got to the Place of the Berries, “Oh look, an abundance of fruit,” he said.
Then Coyote went on until the Place of the Lodge where he lifted the flap, bent low, and entered in but when night fell there were no whisperings from his friends and no sign of his wife.
Coyote sat in the middle of the prairie all night long, but the Lodge of the Dead did not appear to him, and he never saw nor heard from Death Spirit again.