Stand Pat; Or, Poker Stories from the MississippiCurtis, David A.
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Stand Pat; Or, Poker Stories from the Mississippi
Curtis, David A.
Poker players -- Fiction; Short stories, American
“The next pot were a jack on the fours, an’ Sam made it five dollars to
play. Neither one o’ the strangers opened, so it were up to Jake, an’ he
busted it for nineteen dollars, bein’ his pile. Sam stayed out an’ the
cross-eyed man came in, but he failed to fill, an’ Jake was on velvet
with forty-eight dollars in front of him, havin’ opened on two jacks.
“There was nothin’ doin’ on the next deal, so that made it a dollar
jack, an’ Jake’s first say. He opened it again for the size o’ the pot
an’ got h’isted twice, so it cost him twenty more to play. When it come
to the draw, he said he reckoned he’d split his openers, an’ he laid
aside a queen, holdin’ up four spades.
“Well, that made a rippin’ good pot, for he filled his flush an’ bet all
he had before he looked at his draw. Just naturally, Pearsall an’ the
cross-eyed man both saw the bet, Sam havin’ three aces an’ the other
man three kings.
“By this time they was all gettin’ pretty sore to think they’d let Jake
in with his seven dollars, but it were too late to kick, an’ when it
come his deal again, as it were, the next hand, I says to myself that
I’d just about make up my mind accordin’ to what he did with the cards.
If he was to lose, I’d consider it a streak o’ luck that he’d been
havin’, but if he was to deal ’em as well as he had afore, I’d conclude
that he was a-learnin’ the game.
“Well, after that deal was over, I never had no more doubts about
Winterbottom. O’ course, havin’ as much money as he had to play with,
’twa’n’t necessary nor proper to look after Sam’s interest in the pot,
so he didn’t deal Sam nothin’, but he gave the cross-eyed man three aces
an’ the other feller a pat straight, takin’ care to have a seven spot
handy when it would just fit into his sevens up on the draw. An’ the
bettin’ just come so’s’t he had a chance to give the second raise an’
he scooped about a hundred an’ forty dollars on that pot.
“That left him winnin’ tol’able near all there was on the table, but the
two strangers they both dug, an’ Sam stayed along with about thirty
dollars that he had left, an’ the game went on.
“But, Lord bless ye, them fellers didn’t have no show. They couldn’t
win, no matter what they did, an’ the game broke up in about twenty
minutes, with Pearsall forty dollars ahead, an’ Jake winnin’ all the
other money in sight.
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