Disclaimer: I did not write the song used in this story... AC/DC did.
Secondly, I don't own Racetrack or the Mysterious stranger. Please R&R!
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An account of the effects of Greed June 17, 1899. 8:37 p.m.
"Fingers Freddy, Diamond Jim
They're getting ready, look out I'm coming in
So spin that wheel, cut that pack
And roll those loaded dice
Bring on the dancing girls
And put the Champaign on ice"
Racetrack Higgins put on his very best poker face. He's at Dirty Nelly's Pub, just two blocks south of the Lodging House. Racetrack was betting everything he had on that one hand.
-- Bu God I wish I didn't have such bad luck tonight! What the hell are the two of hearts, six of clubs, nine of spades, seven of diamonds, and a Queen of clubs going to get me! Nothing that's what. Christ. ---
Racetrack looked carefully at his opponent. The man had a long jacket on with the collar turned up. A bowler hat sat pompously on his head. Racetrack couldn't even see his face to determine who this great poker player was. Both players threw down their cards. The mysterious stranger had a full house. Racetrack had nothing. Racetrack coolly slipped his hand into his pants pocket as if to pay up. The stranger put his hand out, palm up, waiting for his payment. Racetrack whipped out a tiny gamblers pistol and shot the man across from him. He quickly put his gun away and ran as the man fell to the floor. His hat cocked to one side just enough to expose a golden curl.
Okay if you're not getting who the mysterious stranger is... let me know when you review and I'll tell you.
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An account of the effects of Greed June 17, 1899. 8:37 p.m.
"Fingers Freddy, Diamond Jim
They're getting ready, look out I'm coming in
So spin that wheel, cut that pack
And roll those loaded dice
Bring on the dancing girls
And put the Champaign on ice"
Racetrack Higgins put on his very best poker face. He's at Dirty Nelly's Pub, just two blocks south of the Lodging House. Racetrack was betting everything he had on that one hand.
-- Bu God I wish I didn't have such bad luck tonight! What the hell are the two of hearts, six of clubs, nine of spades, seven of diamonds, and a Queen of clubs going to get me! Nothing that's what. Christ. ---
Racetrack looked carefully at his opponent. The man had a long jacket on with the collar turned up. A bowler hat sat pompously on his head. Racetrack couldn't even see his face to determine who this great poker player was. Both players threw down their cards. The mysterious stranger had a full house. Racetrack had nothing. Racetrack coolly slipped his hand into his pants pocket as if to pay up. The stranger put his hand out, palm up, waiting for his payment. Racetrack whipped out a tiny gamblers pistol and shot the man across from him. He quickly put his gun away and ran as the man fell to the floor. His hat cocked to one side just enough to expose a golden curl.
Okay if you're not getting who the mysterious stranger is... let me know when you review and I'll tell you.