Gamblers hat
The year was 1874 and I sat kicked back in the chair, my feet propped up on the railing with my hat, which apparently was called a "Gambler's hat" by the locals, pulled down over my face. The sounds of the paddlewheel moving water was all that could be heard, outside of the occasional muffled conversation as people would walk by. A full moon graced the sky, dimmed only slightly by the lights from the paddle wheeler.
