That's what I thought initially. So it comes back to: How did someone tell the rail they're going to dump, then win, without the rail knowing immediately they've been cheated and seeking retribution?
Might hit some wobblers that seem to hang in the jaws then fall but an angry rail is almost a given. The man needs a confederate or two ready to collect his cues while attention is focused elsewhere. Then he will go to the bathroom or bar with a planned exit. Jump into a car and he is gone. While people are chasing him his confederate ducks out with the cues and waits somewhere nearby.
A lot of things to go wrong when dumping the rail. Takes someone very brave, very stupid, or both. If the person has been around at least a week or two and established at least a little reputation for honesty it helps.
Not a guaranty of dishonest doings going on but if you see a vehicle or two backed into parking spots it is a sign somebody thiinks they may have to leave in a hurry and wants to gain those fifteen to thirty seconds while others back out and get lined out on the road. Not a certainty of shady dealings, I always parked for a quick getaway for years gambling alone. Best not to make it easy for sore losers to block you in.
Gambling with strangers where you are a stranger is dangerous. Cheating those people is probably ten times as dangerous or more. I considered playing pool full time in 1973. In six months time one gambler was made dead, one hit over the head so hard he drooled for the rest of his life, and one lost several yards of intestine. These were local gamblers or people known to local gamblers. I decided that life on the road wasn't that appealing!
My first couple years gambling, I got used to leading a parade to my vehicle fairly often. I had brought an oilfield roughneck with me to watch my back while I took off a place way down the bayou without cheating. He was six-five, maybe two-sixty and strong as a bull. A scrapper too. I bought him a little beer, he gambled for low stakes on another table, I lightened the pockets of several people, one behind the other. We left with the usual twelve or fifteen people following us out to my truck. I wasn't tiny myself, nobody wanted to open the ball with me and Mike both! He started talking a few miles down the road and it was obvious he was scared, had been very scared about a situation I had gotten used to. Made me think that I was the one with my head up my rear. I started working things differently and soon I usually left without leading a parade and could come back anytime I wanted to.
You needed to be pretty smooth taking people's money without deceit. Taking off the rail and things like that, you were gonna collect some lumps, lucky if that was all! People don't have to know they were cheated, enough if they think so. Taking off an entire rail some are bound to think there was funny business involved especially when the whole situation was supposed to be a scam to begin with.
My take on things. I got my act together and it worked pretty good for about ten years. Then I met The Girl and settled down to the straight life still in one piece. Doubtful that would have been true had I taken to the road alone. The road warriors that did and survived it were a very special breed. That is why we give them legendary status on AZB. It's living life on the ragged edge at best, and as I said, taking off the rail is many times more dangerous. Got to have an exit plan before you start, never a bad idea anytime you are gambling alone in a strange place.
Hu