One Eyed Jack

The swindler and the cheat upset the table, sending cards and coins across the room. They drew their knives and stabbed at the substantial space between them.

Two of the other three players hurried away, their station too high to be caught in a back-alley gambling parlour, especially if blood were shed. The third, however, sauntered to the makeshift bar. He poured a drink, and lit a cigar, as the two scoundrels exhausted themselves with their theatrics.

“Good play,” the cigar smoker said.

The belligerents stopped their slashing and looked to where the voice came from, but was no longer.

30/30 for June

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