As full dark fell, rooms were arranged, and watches rostered. Silence descended upon the town, along with a feeling of unease. It was not the silence that was the simple absence of noise, but the silence of a prey animal trying not call attention to itself.<br/><br/>Of course, the inhabitants of the saloon ... most of them at least ... are made of sterner stuff than the locals.<br/><br/>The hours pass, watches are taken and passed, and soon enough the sky begins to lighten in the east, and the gloom retreats before it. Dawn arrives, with the night apparently a quiet one.<br/><br/>In town at least ...