The steady tick of an aged Regulator wall clock and the squeak of an overhead fan turning slowly are soft but insistent counting down the night while the high desert thrums like a half-remembered Victrola song. The sounds are below the consciousness of Winchell Dear an old-time gambler a Texas poker player on the southern circuit as he waits for something . . . something vague that his life of chance tells him is evil and moving his way. <br><br>In Diablo Canyon a distant part of Winchell Dear's ranch Peter Long Grass squats by a campfire contemplating the profile he saw moving along the ridge of Guapa Mountain an hour ago thinking about the gambler's housekeeper Sonia Dominguez about the small quiet world he has fashioned far from civilization and what undefined presence might now be threatening it. He gathers his tools and begins to run across the desert floor.<br><br>And boring toward all of them is a cream-colored Lincoln Continental with two men aboard. Traveling from Los Angeles on a mission they've been given they are professionals cool and implacable at the start but becoming steadily more confused by the strange landscape they are passing through. Forty minutes from their task they ready themselves while a kitchen wall clock ticks its way through the long night of Winchell Dear. <br><br>The Long Night of Winchell Dear finds master storyteller Robert James Waller at his best as he takes us into the shadowy world of high-stakes poker fought in the back rooms of Amarillo and Little Rock and headlong toward the story's stunning finale of chaotic terror where an unexpected hero emerges.<br><br><br><i>From the Compact Disc edition.</i>