"Eddings, David - High Hunt" - читать интересную книгу автора (High Hunt)

"Not to me, it ain't. Five bucks."

"Fuck you, Buster. You ain't gittin' my watch for no lousy five bucks."

"I guess you better throw in your hand then, huh?"

"Christ, man, gimme a break."

"Come on, fella," the fat guy said, "you're holdin' up the game. Five bucks. Take it or leave it."

I could see the agony of indecision in Benson's face. Five dollars was the current bet limit. "All right," he said finally.

He bet two. The dealer raised him three. Benson called and rolled over his hole cards. He had his straight. His face was jubilant. He looked more like a kid than ever.

The fat guy had a flush.

Benson watched numbly, rubbing his bare left wrist, as the chortling fat man raked in the money. Finally he got up and went quickly out of the cargo hold.

"Hey, man," the fat dealer called after him, "I'll give you a buck apiece for your boots." He howled with laughter.

Another player took Benson's place.

"That was kinda hard," a master sergeant named Riker drawled mildly from the other end of the table.

"That's how we play the game where I come from, Sarge," the fat man said.

It took me two days to get him, but I finally nailed him right to the wall. The pots were occasionally getting up to forty or fifty dollars by then, and the fat man was on a losing streak.

He had two low pair showing, and he was betting hard, hoping to get even. It was pretty obvious that he had a full house, seven and threes. I had two queens, a nine and the joker showing. My hand looked like a pat straight, but I had two aces in the hole. My aces and queens would stomp hell out of his sevens and threes.

Except that on the last round I picked up another ace.

He bet ten dollars. I raised him twenty-five.

"I ain't got that much," he said.

"Tough titty."

"I got you beat."

"You better call the bet then."

"You can't just buy the fuckin' pot!"

"Call or fold, friend." I was enjoying it.

"Come on, man. You can't just buy the fuckin' pot!" "You already said that. How much you got?"

"I got twelve bucks." He thought I was going to reduce my bet so he could call me. His face relaxed a little.