There was a white man who was such a sharp trader that nobody ever got the better of him. Or so people said, until one day a man told this wasichu: "There's somebody who can out trade you anytime, anywhere." "That's not possible," said the wasichu. "I've had a trading post for many years, and I've traded all the Indians around here." "Even so, Coyote can beat you in any deal." "Let's see whether he can. Where is Coyote?" "Over there, that tricky-looking guy." "Okay, all right, I'll try him." The wasichu trader went over to Coyote. "Hey, let's see you outsmart me." "I'm sorry," said Coyote, "I'd like to help you out, but I can't do it without my trading medicine." "Trading medicine, hah! Go get it." "I live miles from here and I'm on foot. But if you'd lend me your fast horse?" "Well, all right, you can borrow it. Go on home and get your trading medicine!" "Well, friend, I'm a poor rider. Your horse is afraid of me, and I'm afraid of him. Lend me your clothes; then your horse will think that I am you." "Well, all right. Here are my clothes; now you can ride him. Go get that medicine. I'm sure I can beat it!" So Coyote rode off with the wasichu's fast horse and his fine clothes, while the wasichu stood there bare-assed.

Told at Grass Mountain, Rosebud Indian Reservation, South Dakota, 1974