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I came in from the porch where I'd been sitting with my usual morning company, our dog, a collection of cats and chickens. Dee, my emerald-eyed cowgirl, had just made a fresh pot and handed me a fresh cup - hot and black like we both liked it - with her always pleasant smile.

Ben stepped outside the south door of the little cabin - just to take a quick look around. He hadn't yet put on his coat, and the cool air felt refreshing. He was glad, however, that there was no wind this morning, or it would really be cold. Ben's breath formed steamy puffs, visible in the crisp air. He could see that frost covered the ground. It was quiet this morning, except for the occasional crowing of the roosters. As he started to turn back inside, he saw something out of the corner of his eye.