While the astronomers on Palomar were looking away imagining black holes and collapsing stars, frost was forming on the aluminum dome of the observatory. Moonlight rocked in avocado leaves smudge pots blackened the orange groves and in the brushy bottom land along the river three men hunted: One at the wheel of a pickup another working the spotlight and the third braced in the back with a .22 automatic firing at the light struck eyes of rabbits. Cows crowded together under a billboard and a boy half sleeping with a silk pillow between his legs sang in a hush "Donna, Donna, Donna." A man, who refused to go home, sat on a barstool wondering if all the blood that had passed through his heart would equal an hours rain in the valley.