In my country I've seen folks livelier at a funeral." The glasses were handed around, but when the gambler reached out towards the silver at his side, a big, bronze-skinned rancher stopped him.
"No," he drawled.

"We're not sticking you for a locomotive tank, and this comes out of my treasury.

I'll call you three dollars, and take my chances on the draw." "Well," said the dealer, "that's a little more encouraging.

Anybody wanting to make it better ?" A young lad in elaborately-embroidered deerskin with a flushed face leaned upon the table.

"Show you how we play cards in the old country," he said.