"Then why—never mind." Sam was tired. He had been working all morning at perfecting the shuffling steps the shaman had shown him, but obviously not hard enough for Howling Coyote. In spite of the simplicity of the dance, Sam continued to lose the pattern after only a few minutes. It was as though he couldn’t match the rhythm of the music for more than a short period. Though the music didn’t seem to change, Sam continued to end up out of step.