The dealer dealt the next card to Kingston. “Jack of spades. Possible straight or flush.”
Evans was dealt his card. “Eight of hearts.”
And the cowboy again. “King of clubs, possible pair.”
Kingston grinned broadly, tossing in one hundred dollars’ worth of chips. Evans again looked at Kingston, this time with a raised eyebrow.
He tossed in his chips. “Call.”
Again, the cowboy smiled, tossing in his chips. “There’s your hundred, Mr. Bennett. I’ll raise you fifty.”
Evans could feel Annie squeezing his shoulder again. He noticed Kingston was starting to flush a bit; he was losing his cool. Annie leaned down to whisper in Evans’s ear. “He’s baiting Troy on purpose. Troy will kill him if he wins.”
Evans didn’t think so. Something about the way the cowboy carried himself told him that wouldn’t be easy. Besides, he knew Kingston didn’t do his own killing. He put his hand on Annie’s, and she loosened her grip. Everyone tossed in another fifty dollars.
“A king of spades to Mr. Bennett,” said the dealer. “A possible straight flush.”
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