in Dallas in the 80s,The pool scene was pretty predictable.
The road agents would play bar action until closing and then stop by Rusty's
for 9 foot action.
The games were tougher and lasted sometimes until noon the next day,
sometimes for a day or two.
When winning the players tended to go from one opponent to the next
until the money had settled into the hands of one or two winners and their
stake horses.It i.s so hard to quit ahead. No one like to leave money on
the table.
The Kid,our hero in these adventures , would wait until about 8 in the morning and
show up as fresh as a daisy looking like a successful business man with coat and tie.
There is no costume on earth that makes a man look like a sucker to this retinue of
sycophants calling them self smart. They would then offer to take on the Kid for some
thousand dollar one pocket while Young Blood,a well known
practitioner of the 3 Card Monte had also accumulated a few grand by plying his trade
of throwing the greasy hog.
Surely you have seen scenes on TV where a guy turns three cars over,moves them around
slowly and allows individuals to pick the queen
I don't have time to explain how it works,but when practiced by a smooth card manipulator
,the mark can be separated from his bankroll before he knows what hit him
On this particular day the cards provided huge success to Youngblood so he was betting $500
a game on the side with our Hero
Most of the other patrons of the game had already left, and the pool room was quiet
for the most part
The Kid was slowly redistributing the wealth into his own pocket through a combination
of having the nuts
,losing when his confederate was betting the other way and winning the rest of the time
,seldom losing by mistake
But I digress,back to the office,in this case the one pocket game,all was normal
while the Kid was slowly rolling the cue ball to the wrong end of the table that
a loud disturbance occurred.
Remember yesterdays sucker at 3 CARD MONTE,well he returned and had a Buntline
Special Six shooter between the kids vision and youngblood,,the gun was pointed at Youngblood
The most awful words possible were uttered"Gimme My Money Back"
nothing happened until he said or" I will blow your brains out"
Youngblood fell to the ground and appeared in the post natal position actually crying
"Please don't shoot "in soprano,please don't shoot,vibrato
Our Hero the Kid,decided to retreat from the field of contention before he was asked
to contribute,so he eased side stepping step by step sideways to the front door in
a very relaxedpace until the door was open,then he beat a hasty retreat to the far
side of the parking lot
He waited until the victim of last nights 3 Card Monte stuck his head out the door
and exited with both paws full of $100 bills and some lesser denominations as well.
He looked for his companion,a sleazy looking topless dancer rode up on a Harley ,
he jumped on the back.They both smiled from ear to ear and proceeded toact like
the wild west cowboys.suddenly he pointed his gun up and pulled the trigger a few
times shouting Yippee ,or some such exclamation. Unnoticed
to this lovely pair,the Victim had put down his bag of money on the gas
tank or fender,either way as the motor was revved the sack fell to the floor,rather pavement
All of this was taken in by our hero from under the bumper of an old pickup truck where
he had decided to recline and take in the show,
.
Fortunately the patrons hearing gunshots retreated to the hiding spots of choice,some here
,some there.Only the Kid was left to clean up the cash and place it safely in his trunk ntil
the rightful owner were to ask for it
"
The road agents would play bar action until closing and then stop by Rusty's
for 9 foot action.
The games were tougher and lasted sometimes until noon the next day,
sometimes for a day or two.
When winning the players tended to go from one opponent to the next
until the money had settled into the hands of one or two winners and their
stake horses.It i.s so hard to quit ahead. No one like to leave money on
the table.
The Kid,our hero in these adventures , would wait until about 8 in the morning and
show up as fresh as a daisy looking like a successful business man with coat and tie.
There is no costume on earth that makes a man look like a sucker to this retinue of
sycophants calling them self smart. They would then offer to take on the Kid for some
thousand dollar one pocket while Young Blood,a well known
practitioner of the 3 Card Monte had also accumulated a few grand by plying his trade
of throwing the greasy hog.
Surely you have seen scenes on TV where a guy turns three cars over,moves them around
slowly and allows individuals to pick the queen
I don't have time to explain how it works,but when practiced by a smooth card manipulator
,the mark can be separated from his bankroll before he knows what hit him
On this particular day the cards provided huge success to Youngblood so he was betting $500
a game on the side with our Hero
Most of the other patrons of the game had already left, and the pool room was quiet
for the most part
The Kid was slowly redistributing the wealth into his own pocket through a combination
of having the nuts
,losing when his confederate was betting the other way and winning the rest of the time
,seldom losing by mistake
But I digress,back to the office,in this case the one pocket game,all was normal
while the Kid was slowly rolling the cue ball to the wrong end of the table that
a loud disturbance occurred.
Remember yesterdays sucker at 3 CARD MONTE,well he returned and had a Buntline
Special Six shooter between the kids vision and youngblood,,the gun was pointed at Youngblood
The most awful words possible were uttered"Gimme My Money Back"
nothing happened until he said or" I will blow your brains out"
Youngblood fell to the ground and appeared in the post natal position actually crying
"Please don't shoot "in soprano,please don't shoot,vibrato
Our Hero the Kid,decided to retreat from the field of contention before he was asked
to contribute,so he eased side stepping step by step sideways to the front door in
a very relaxedpace until the door was open,then he beat a hasty retreat to the far
side of the parking lot
He waited until the victim of last nights 3 Card Monte stuck his head out the door
and exited with both paws full of $100 bills and some lesser denominations as well.
He looked for his companion,a sleazy looking topless dancer rode up on a Harley ,
he jumped on the back.They both smiled from ear to ear and proceeded toact like
the wild west cowboys.suddenly he pointed his gun up and pulled the trigger a few
times shouting Yippee ,or some such exclamation. Unnoticed
to this lovely pair,the Victim had put down his bag of money on the gas
tank or fender,either way as the motor was revved the sack fell to the floor,rather pavement
All of this was taken in by our hero from under the bumper of an old pickup truck where
he had decided to recline and take in the show,
.
Fortunately the patrons hearing gunshots retreated to the hiding spots of choice,some here
,some there.Only the Kid was left to clean up the cash and place it safely in his trunk ntil
the rightful owner were to ask for it
"
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