At 0700 it is dead calm and coal-mine dark here on the Figure 8 Ranch.  I’ve got a cup of tea on my desk and just came in from feeding the horses.  My face is still cold.  From the window where I work I can see the merest outline of the ponderosas, and a soft yellow light spilling out of the barn where I leave the stall lights on for the horses.  The light glows yellow on the ice in the paddocks.  I can’t prove it, but I think that light works for the horses the same way a night-light works to settle the nerves of children afraid of the dark.