Crooked Trails and Straight Part 13
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Supper over, they smoked till the table was cleared. Then coats were removed and they sat down to the serious business of an all night session of draw.
Curly was not playing to win money so much as to study the characters of those present. Bill he knew already fairly well as a tough nut to crack, game to the core, and staunch to his friends. Blackwell was a bad lot, treacherous, vindictive, slippery as an eel. Even his confederates did not trust him greatly. But it was Soapy Stone and young Cullison that interested Flandrau most. The former played like a master. He chatted carelessly, but he overlooked no points. Sam had the qualities that go to make a brilliant erratic player, but he lacked the steadiness and the finesse of the veteran.
The last play before they broke up in the gray dawn was a flashlight on Stone's cool audacity. The limit had long since been taken off. Blackwell and Stone had been the winners of the night, and the rest had all lost more or less.
Curly was dealing, Cranston opened the pot.
"She's cracked," he announced.
Blackwell, sitting next to him, had been waiting his turn with palpable eagerness. "Got to boost her, boys, to protect Bill," he explained as his raise went in.
Sam, who had drunk more than was good for him, raised in his turn. "Kick her again, gentlemen. Me, I'm plumb tired of that little song of mine, 'Good here'."
Stone stayed. Curly did not come in.
Cranston showed his openers and laid down his hand. Blackwell hesitated, then raised again.
"Reckon I'm content to trail along," Cullison admitted, pus.h.i.+ng in the necessary chips.
Soapy rasped his stubby chin, looked sideways at Sam and then at Blackwell, and abruptly shaved in chips enough to call the raise.
"Cards?" asked Curly.
"I'll play these," Blackwell announced.
Sam called for two and Stone one.
Blackwell raised. Sam, grumbling, stayed.
"Might as well see what you've got when I've gone this far," he gave as a reason for throwing good money after bad.
Soapy took one glance at his new card and came in with a raise.
Blackwell slammed his fist down on the table. "Just my rotten luck. You've filled."
Stone smiled, then dropped his eyes to his cards. Suddenly he started.
What had happened was plain. He had misread his hand.
With a cheerful laugh Blackwell raised in his turn.
"Lets me out," Sam said.
For about a tenth of a second one could see triumph ride in Soapy's eyes.
"Different here," he explained in a quiet businesslike way. All his chips were pushed forward to the center of the table.
On Blackwell's face were mapped his thoughts. Curly saw his stodgy mind working on the problem, studying helplessly the poker eyes of his easy placid enemy. Was Soapy bluffing? Or had he baited a hook for him to swallow? The faintest glimmer of amus.e.m.e.nt drifted across the face of Stone. He might have been a general whose plans have worked out to suit him, waiting confidently for certain victory. The longer the convict looked at him the surer he was that he had been trapped.
With an oath he laid down his hand. "You've got me beat. Mine is only a jack high straight."
Stone put down his cards and reached for the pot.
Curly laughed.
Blackwell whirled on him.
"What's so condemned funny?"
"The things I notice."
"Meaning?"
"That I wouldn't have laid down my hand."
"Betcher ten plunks he had me beat."
"You're on." Curly turned to Soapy. "Object to us seeing your hand?"
Stone was counting his chips. He smiled. "It ain't poker, but go ahead.
Satisfy yourselves."
"You turn the cards," Flandrau said.
A king of diamonds showed first, then a ten-spot and a six-spot of the same suit.
"A flush," exulted Blackwell.
"I've got just one more ten left, but it says you're wrong."
The words were not out of Curly's mouth before the other had taken the bet. Soapy looked at Flandrau with a new interest. Perhaps this boy was not such a youth as he had first seemed.
The fourth card turned was a king of hearts, the last a six of spades.
Stone had had two pair to go on and had not bettered at the draw.
Blackwell tossed down two bills and went away furious.
That night was like a good many that followed. Sam was at an impressionable age, inclined to be led by any man whom he admired. Curly knew that he could gain no influence over him by preaching. He had to live the rough-and-tumble life of these men who dwelt beyond the pale of the law, to excel them at the very things of which they boasted. But in one respect he held himself apart. While he was at the horse ranch he did not touch a drop of liquor.
Laura London's letter was not delivered until the second day, for, though she had not told her messenger to give it to Sam when he was alone, Curly guessed this would be better. The two young men had ridden down to Big Tree spring to get quail for supper.
"Letter for you from a young lady," Flandrau said, and handed it to Cullison.
Sam did not read his note at once, but put it in his pocket carelessly, as if it had been an advertis.e.m.e.nt. They lay down in the bushes about twenty yards apart, close to the hole where the birds flew every evening to water. Hidden by the mesquite, Sam ran over his letter two or three times while he was waiting. It was such a message as any brave-hearted, impulsive girl might send to the man she loved when he seemed to her to walk in danger. Cullison loved her for the interest she took in him, even while he ridiculed her fears.
Presently the quails came by hundreds on a bee-line for the water hole.
They shot as many as they needed, but no more, for neither of them cared to kill for pleasure.
As they rode back to the ranch, Curly mentioned that he had seen Sam's people a day or two before.
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