She had the answer: She would invite the native American chief for dinner, and at an opportune moment present the cake. If she could get him to cut some slices, and take at least one bite, the West would be won.
She saddled her mustang and went to greet the native horde. At a crossroads, she met the opposing force.
“I have a recipe for peace,” Coyote Girl said.
“How!” the chief replied.
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