Nevada City: HorsesI woke from my near-sleep in the sleeping bag to bright moonlight not moving. Someone or something stood behind my head. My neck sensed hot breathing, my ears a long, low soughing. As slowly as I could I turned and saw enormous nostrils pulsing slowly out and in, above the fluttering lips of a horses mouth, before large observing eyes. It stood on tiptoe tiphoof? legs leaning forward neck stretched long flipping fretful ears straining sniffs of me. The softest possible Hello sent it bolting with the rest of the herd. As the thunder thunder thunder thunder thunder thump thump thump tut tut tut grew fainter fainter, brave Lochinvar crawled from hiding between Daves bag and mine and gave yappy chase to vanished ghosts.