Dud Hollister and Tom Reeves, with Blister Haines rolling between them, impartially sampled the goods at Dolan’s and at Mollie Gillespie’s. They had tried their hand at faro, with unfortunate results, and they had sat in for a short session at a poker game where Dud had put too much faith in a queen full.
“I sure let my foot slip that time,” Dud admitted. “I’d been playin’ plumb outa luck. Couldn’t fill a hand, an’ when I did, couldn’t get it to stand up. That last queen looked like money from home. I reckon I overplayed it,” he ruminated aloud, while he waited for Mike Moran to give him another of the same.
Tom hooked his heel on the rail in front of the bar. “I ain’t made up my mind yet that game was on the level. That tinhorn who claimed he was from Cheyenne ce’tainly had a mighty funny run o’ luck. D’ you notice how his hands jes’ topped ours? Kinda queer, I got to thinkin’. He didn’t hold any more’n he had to for to rake the chips in. I’d sorta like a look-see at the deck we was playin’ with.”
Blister laughed wheezily. “You w-won’t get it. N-never heard of a hold-up gettin’ up a petition for better street lights, did you? No, an’ you n-never will. An’ you never n-noticed a guy who was aimin’ to bushwhack another from the brush go to clearin’ off the sage first. He ain’t l-lookin’ for no open arguments on the m-merits of his shootin’. Not none. Same with that Cheyenne bird an’ his stocky pal acrost the table. They’re f-figurin’ that dead decks tell no tales. The one you played with is sure enough s-scattered every which way all over the floor along with seve-real others.” The fat justice of the peace murmured “How!” and tilted his glass.
If Blister did not say “I told you so,” it was not because he might not have done it fairly. He had made one comment when Dud had proposed sitting in to the game of draw.
“H-how much m-mazuma you got?”
“If you s-stay outa that game you’ll earn t-twenty-five bucks the quickest you ever did in yore life.”
Youth likes to buy its experience and not borrow it. Dud knew now that Blister had been a wise prophet in his generation.
The bar at Gillespie’s was at the front of the house. In the rear were the faro and poker tables, the roulette wheels, and the other conveniences for separating hurried patrons from their money. The Bear Cat House did its gambling strictly on the level, but there was the usual percentage in favor of the proprietor.