"The name's Retief."
"Retief, you ever play Drift?"
"Can't say that I did."
"Don't gamble with Sam, pardner. He's the local champ."
"How do you play it?"
The black-browed miner who had suggested the game rolled back his sleeve to reveal a sinewy forearm, put his elbow on the table.
"You hook forefingers, and put a glass right up on top. The man that takes a swallow wins. If the drink spills, it's drinks for the house."
"A man don't often win out-right," the redhead said cheerfully. "But it makes for plenty of drinkin'."
Retief put his elbow on the table. "I'll give it a try."
The two men hooked forefingers. The redhead poured a tumbler half full of rock juice, placed it atop the two fists. "Okay, boys. Go!"