Queer Luck: Poker Stories from the New York Sun — John Shaqi
Queer Luck: Poker Stories from the New York SunCurtis, David A.
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Queer Luck: Poker Stories from the New York Sun
Curtis, David A.
Poker -- Fiction; Poker players -- Fiction; Short stories, American
“We started before dawn, and had some thirty odd miles to go to strike
the trail where the company was expected to camp that night. There were
still some ten miles to go when, as we were rounding a small hill, the
scout suddenly leaped from his horse and called to us to do the same.
“He had seen Indians, and, to cut it short, we camped that night in a
place where the scout said that four men could hold out for a while,
even against the hundred or so in the party that had surrounded us. It
was a certainty, though, that we would all lose our scalps unless help
came, for there was no water to be had, and the Indians knew it and
made themselves comfortable just out of range of our rifles. The scout
didn’t say much for a long time, but we could see that he was thinking
as hard as any of us, and we were all pretty busy at it. There didn’t
seem to be anything to suggest, or at least there was nothing that
I could think of excepting to make a dash and try to break through.
Nobody said anything in reply when I spoke of that, and the scout gave
me a look of disgust that made me angry enough, but shut me up all the
same. Finally he said:
“‘It’s just this way. These devils have caught us, and they know it.
They won’t make a rush, for they know we will shoot, and an Indian will
never risk being shot if he can get his man without. We can’t fight
our way out. There’s too many of ’em. And we can’t stay here any longer
than we can live without water.’
“I asked him if the Captain wouldn’t make a search for him, and he said
the Captain didn’t know he was coming. ‘He’s on his way south,’ he
said, ‘and the trail he is on is ten miles to the east of us. There’s
only one thing that I see, and that means certain death for somebody,
I reckon. It’s certain death for all of us, though, if something ain’t
done.’ We asked him what it was, and he said:
“‘If one man can make his way south-east far enough, so that the noise
of the firing will reach the company, the Captain will send a searching
party. It all depends on how far the man gets before he is killed. If
we all ride out, we will all be killed. If one man goes, the others may
stand a chance.’
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