"A dollar," said Charley. "You bounce harder when you drive fast."
"It's on," said Luke.
Waiting, Charley Mason leaned back in his chair and half-closed his eyes, a lean, bald man in shirt-sleeves, the hand holding his cards relaxed in his lap. They could hear the murmur of the creek carrying away the runoff from last night's rain, and the air was sweet with the breath of the fields off down the valley.
"Rich man," said Charley, looking across the yard at his outhouse, "poor man, beggar man, thief. In there, you're all alike in the eyes of God, I guess."
Sam Knudson nodded thoughtfully. "In the eyes of something, at any rate."
"All alike," said Luke Yates.
"Can't see your wallet from there," Charley said.
"Your brains either," said Luke.
After a moment, Charley said, "Some people's brains, maybe."
They all nodded.