Although she had eaten far more than her share of gamy, rank, jackrabbit tamales over the past year, Jane had never paid much sustained attention to jackrabbits. Out in West Texas, jackrabbits were common as dirt. Jack-rabbits could run like the wind and jump clean over a parked car, but in her own experience, they rarely bothered to do anything so dramatic. There just weren’t many natural predators around to chase and kill jackrabbits, anymore. So the rabbits—they were hares, if you wanted to be exact about it—just ate and reproduced and died in their millions of various nasty parasites and plagues, just like the other unquestioned masters of the earth.