But she thought he was perfect.

Strange how blood-relations can't see the truth about their own people! Anyway, her brother Spencer had no use for me, because I could tell how slick he was with the cards an' beat him at his own game.

Spencer had a gamblin' pard, a cowboy run out of Texas, one Cap Fol--But no matter about his name.

One night they were fleecin' a stranger an' I broke into the game, winnin' all they had.

The game ended in a fight, with bloodshed, but nobody killed.