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True Stories of Notorious Women of the Old West
“Luck never gives; it only lends.” Anonymous
A tall, hump-shouldered man with gray, bushy hair and a hangdog look on his long, lumpy face pulled a stack of chips from the middle of the poker table toward him. Minnie Smith, the gambler who had dealt the winning hand, scowled at the player as he collected his earnings. “You’re sure packin’ a heavy load of luck, friend,” Minnie said in a low, clipped tone. “Luck had nothing to do with it,” the man replied. “You may be right at that,” Minnie snapped back. She pushed back from the table a bit and eyed the bullwhip curled in her lap. The man gave her a sly grin. “You’re not sore about losing?” he asked. “No,” Minnie responded calmly. “I get mighty sore about cheating though.”
A tense silence filled the air as Minnie and the gambler stared each other down. In the split second it took the man to jump up and reach for his gun. Minnie had snapped her whip and disarmed him. In the process of having the weapon jerked out of his hand, a breastplate holdout that had been tucked inside his jacket sleeve dropped onto the floor.
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The Lady Was a Gambler: True Stories of Notorious Women of the Old West
