CHAPTER II: LEN AYRES RETURNS“I tell yuh, nothin’ never happens around here,” declared Johnny Harris. “Gimme three cards, mostly aces.”
“Some day,” said Smoky Ash seriously, “yo’re goin’ to fill one of them two-card flushes yo’re always drawin’ to, Johnny. How many do you desire, Harry?”
Harry Cole, owner of the Oasis Saloon and Gambling House, indicated that he wasn’t drawing any cards.
“Out on a limb, eh?” grinned Johnny. “Some day I’m goin’ to saw that limb off between you and yore bank roll.”
He peeked carefully at the cards he had drawn, spat disgustedly and shoved the cards aside.
“Just like I said,” he declared plaintively, “nothin’ ever happens in Lobo Wells. Punch cows twenty-nine days in the month for enough to have a few drinks and try to make two danged deuces beat a pat h
