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Fate was on his side. The cards had been dealt in his favor hand after hand. It was Jacob Murray’s lucky night. He had plenty of cash to play with and as the night progressed and the whiskey flowed the other players grew reckless, certain their luck would change. Property deeds and dry goods, even pocket watches became legal tender for their failed card play. By the early morning hours Jacob was sitting amidst towers of chips, legal documents, and angry poker players.
You’ve had quite a run, Murray.” Dub Masterson looked tired and deflated. “You owe me a chance to win back my property.”
“Certainly!” Jacob shook his hand as he rose to leave the table, he had no intention of doing any such thing. The other players grumbled as they left with their own intentions of never giving Jacob
