CHAPTER I – LADY LUCK
“I’ll see your your twenty-five and raise you three hundred,” proudly bellowed the bearded man at the end of the table as he pushed three dollar bills toward the pile of pennies, nickels, and dimes.
He was holding his cards close to his shirt but sneaked another peek.
J.W. Morrison, a boyish looking thirty-five year old, was watching the others at the table carefully.
Frankie always sat on the north and exactly at the center of the table. He was superstitious, claiming he only won when facing south. From the lack of coins in front of him, south wasn’t working too well either.
He gave up and threw in his cards, “Too rich for me.”
Henry, whose wife allowed him to go to Morrison’s Monday night poker game, claimed he was the boss of his family, and he had his wife’s permission to say so. He was almost out of coins, too. He silently threw in his cards as well.
Buck sat next to Henry. He constantly joked about almost winning, but his luck wasn’t as good as his jokes.
“I’m out. It’s just you two.” He pushed his cards toward the middle, “J.W., it’s your call.”
No one said a word as Morrison examined his cards, then looked at the money in the pot. He didn’t count it, but it was probably close to ten dollars.