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The Back Room – Injustice

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The only mouse you’ll find in the back room of the Farm Barn is one that scurries away from the light and the sound of a poker game that runs late night once a week – no computers, no internet poker, no electronic gadgets allowed.

It was hot in the room in spite of my having propped the door open, and the game had been raging for almost two hours.

We had a full table tonight; enough so I sat out and tended the room, occasionally taking the deck for half an hour or so.  There were the usual suspects: Eddie the Droop, Clovis, Mary was there, Seamless was in for the evening, DD and his son were playing and the clown casual player from a county or so over.

New to the game were a guy and two females. Eddie had brought them to the game. I don’t mind him doing that, not too much anyway. He usually screens his hunters pretty well and after a day of him tromping the weeds with them for things to shoot they’re pretty tired and make good mistakes.

But this game had some heat in it.  The game smelled of blood, and the local guys, I was happy to see, were holding their own against the three unknowns. Those people were playing no quarter and damn little forgiveness was in the betting patterns of anyone at the table.

The third hour went by pretty quickly, me still dealing, when DD declared he’d time limited himself. He said he’d done it in deference to his advanced age. Most of the players nodded, realizing he is in his eighties. But he kept playing (he was up on his buy-in).

Mid-way through the fourth hour DD did quit, still up and the group all took a stroll as I spread the table wider and stored DD’s chair out of the way. The hunter guy raised an eyebrow toward me and I shook it off.

“Not tonight in the middle of this game,” I said, “this is pretty intense.”

He shrugged, and they were back at it.

A game change was called for and it became Omaha H/L. Mary asked for it, and some questioned her guts, one her sanity, and one asked for a new deck.

One of the new women went bust in a hand against the hunter guy. She remarked he’d faked her out of that one.

He said, “To die is to be a counterfeit: for he is but the counterfeit of a man who hath not the life of a man: but to counterfeit dying, when a man thereby liveth, is to be no counterfeit, but the true and perfect image of life indeed. The better part of valor is discretion; in the which better part I have saved my life.”

“Jesus Christ!” Mary exclaimed, “Shakespeare? At a poker table and this late at night? God!”

The hunter guy grinned at her and continued stacking his chips.

I looked at Mary and asked, “Shakespeare?”

She just nodded and looked at the guy, re-assessing what she already measured.

Into the sixth hour and I called the game to an end when the deal reached the remaining hunter woman in the game. That may or may not have been a good thing, but I wasn’t on vacation and neither were the other locals.

There were a few sighs when I announced that one, but grunts of good were enough for me.

On the last hand, Eddie and the hunter woman ended up heads-up. I read them one high, and one low on the flop. Then trouble set in. The turn came a possible flush on the board, possible low also.

Eddie went into his squirming act and his nose started running. He got one arm up the same sleeve, and instead of wiping his nose on the back of his hand, he scratched his ear and the back of his neck. I’d not seen those signals before and wondered what they meant.

I turned up the river card.

It gave the board the three flush, and the low possibility. Eddie and the woman got all the money in, and I had them roll them.

The woman showed the straight flush wheel, Eddie showed the 6-7 of the suit for the higher straight flush.

I showed astonishment.

The clown casual looked the female over again, and said: “What’d you say your name is?”

The woman looked him over and said; “I hadn’t, but it is Adikita, and I don’t like you.”

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