Chapter 4
Halfway through his second drink, Tommy realized he’d already broken his promise.
He sat on one of the wobbly bar stools, hunched over the glass of whiskey he nursed, his back to the room. From the corner of his eye, he could see Slim sitting at a nearby poker table, a look of intense concentration on his face as he studied the cards in his hand. Jim Joe had lost interest in the game, preferring to focus on the young saloon girl giggling in his lap. Jose sat closest to the bar, and over his shoulder, Tommy could see he held a full house in his hands. He almost wanted to tell Slim to forget it, nothing he held could trump that, but the whiskey had settled in somewhere below his belt and he didn’t feel like getting involved.
No gambling, he reminded himself. Yeah, because he’d d
