With five cards dealt in the following hand, Jim’s up cards were a nine, king, five. The devil’s up cards were a queen, seven, six.
Jim peeked at his hole cards. A pair of kings, giving him three.
“On the come,” Jim said. “Thirty-five thousand.”
“All right. I call.”
Jim dealt the next cards. Six for the devil and a nine for him.
That gave him a king-high full house! Now, I’ve got your devilish ass,” Jim thought. He decided to string it out and play possum.
“Check.”
“Really? Up to your old tricks again?” Ignis fold-ed his arms across his chest and nibbled his lower lip. “Okay. I’ll bite. Forty thousand.”
Jim reached for his chips, but stopped. Maybe he should just call and then whack Ignis on the last card. Nah. Ignis would call this bet and the next one, too. And, given Jim’s full house, it was virtually impossible for the devil to outdraw him.
Jim tossed chips into the pot. “Raise. Sixty more. That makes it an even one hundred grand.”
“I can add, Mr. Steadman.”
And Jim thought he sensed strength in the devil’s voice.
The devil rested his chin on the palm of his hand, then scratched his cheek. Finally, “I Call.”
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