Lightning flashed far above the treeline. We walked up the rocky path to the paddock, the only light from a long black flashlight. The white splotches of the outdoor cat zigzagged around us in the dark. When we reached the fence, her horse stretched its neck over the top rail to greet us, widening his round brown eyes and twisting his pointed chestnut ears. He puckered his lips, pushed them far out to gum her hair pulled in a ponytail. We rubbed the flat of his nose, brought out armfuls of hay, smiled when he whinnied in approval of dinner.