Chapter Three
"Come Morning"
Indy wound up losing five hundred bucks at that table, amidst the smoke and smell of liquor. Afterwards, he stood up and abandoned his seat to one of the many other men willing to try and win that cash from the Poker Alice of the Desert. He didn't stay to watch. He knew who would wind up doubling their night's winnings.
Not many people stayed in the small village in the middle of the sands. It was a trading post, and those who had no money (which was almost the entire population) slept outdoors. The inn prices were so low, the innkeepers had probably never seen a whole dollar in one place at one time in their lifetime.
Paying for a week's worth of nights with fifty cents, Indy started getting ready to sleep. Of course, he kelp a pocket knife and his whip under the pillow as he slept. Thankfully, he didn't need to use it that night. Come morning, he'd be after the Pharaoh's Heart.