The Cowboy asks what is wrong. I tell him about our visitors and of my decision to just ignore it. Now, he is aware of the incessant barking. Next thing I know, he has gotten out of bed, rifles around on his dresser for something and I hear the front door creak open. A few seconds later I hear two gunshots. Then he comes back to our room and crawls back in bed.
I'm too afraid to ask about it and it is now blessedly quiet and still. The morning will be soon enough to see how this story ends :-)