Four in the morning on Santa Fe Avenue. Nothing moving, the streetlights hazy with falling snow, the Fourth Street bridge a dark line over an empty river. G Snow Removal works that hour on purpose — plowing driveways and lots, shoveling walks, breaking ice loose at doorways so the city can get up and go about its business without giving it a thought. Pueblo does not get buried often, but when a storm banks hard against the mountains it can drop a season's worth overnight. Being ready for that one night is the entire trade, and there is real quiet pride in a drive nobody ever had to ask about twice.