I guess I was lucky that it was Deadhand who found me.
As her henchmen dragged me into the room, she picked up a
deck of cards and began to shuffle them.
“Now then, I have permission to shoot you, just bring back
your head. But I could also bring you back alive. Choices, choices.
So then… Let’ s say that as long as this isn’t a black or
face card, you’re coming back alive, kay?”
She drew one.
“Rules for draw and stud poker? That throws off the
probabilities too much!”
She shrugged and drew her pistol.
“Screw it.”
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