Piece of the Sun

“There is a tale that Coyote stole a piece of the sun and that's where we got fire,” Leanne said quietly. “That's why his tail has a white tip, because the Fire Gods almost caught him when he ran away with their piece of the sun.”
Sam liked the sound of that, a piece of the sun. Leanne didn’t say anything more and the two sat in companionable silence, watching the sun set. Once the sky began to grow dark and purple Leanne stood up and stretched. The B.B. King tape had already finished, leaving them in a thick summery silence.
She gave him a hand up and walked to the screen door. “Why don’t you come on inside and tell me just what it is that has brought you all the way from Chicago on such an old night as this,” she suggested. She opened the door and Sam followed her into the cool dark of the house.

-from Leanne With Red Hair