“Game?” The bunco at the bar ruffled a dog-eared deck in enticement. “We’re an honest lot.”
“Nothing better to do today.” Which, unlike the previous statement, was generally true. Reg knew he couldn’t get a decent job the way he stood now. He looked a regular Country Charlie. He also knew they intended to fleece him. Fortunately (for Reg) the first was less than true, and the second a total delusion.
“I’m in too,” a second man, mouse-faced and pale, did his (poor) best to imitate an honest tradesman.
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“Nothing better to do today.” Which, unlike the previous statement, was generally true. Reg knew he couldn’t get a decent job the way he stood now. He looked a regular Country Charlie. He also knew they intended to fleece him. Fortunately (for Reg) the first was less than true, and the second a total delusion.
“I’m in too,” a second man, mouse-faced and pale, did his (poor) best to imitate an honest tradesman.
He had a decent jacket.
By tonight Reg would own it.