 He's bogged down his boot heels in lonesome tonight, a restless that rattles his cage, hung up in the shadow of 68 years, uneasy and anxious with age. He's lived like a coyote for most of his life. A long way from home and alone, he'd stick in one place for a season or two and then feel the urge to move on. He knew the big outfits, rode for them all back when he was willing and wild.