That thing that the car mechanic in Buckeye Arizona said must have stuck in Quito's brain. The white coyote is what he called her. It must have instantly resonated with her. I'm the white coyote how cool is that she must have thought. For no sooner had I begun preparing her dinner at our next stop in Anza Borrego Desert State Park in the Mojave Desert than Quito lit out across a dry lake be