"Sure you can afford me, honey?" she teased, and gently spread the two beautiful Aces on the scratched-up wood. Groans rolled through the table, gasoline wetting the wood of a bonfire, but just before the match was lit and the full lengths of mournings could ensue, the saloon's door banged open and a voice screeched through the air: "ALICE!"
Poker Alice: she was a household name in the Old West, a legend from Leadville Nevada who could clean out the pockets of even the sliest cowboy. She was the little lady with tight, flowing dresses, a dazzling smile, and a joker up her sleeve. Even against the veteran Poker players of the day, her luck always upheld. For her, every won hand was one step closer to freedom, every dark night that she remained anonymous and uncaught, she lived another day. She had been riding the fortune for as long
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