Ain't No Winners In This Game - pt 3

“You’re right. I don’t like that one damn bit. We’ve got a pretty good scheme going here and we’ve been getting along just fine by ourselves. Why you want’en to bring anyone else close in to us?”

“Well, he’s already done that by spying on us for days. It’s either that or we keep looking over our shoulders wondering what he’s gonna pull. ‘Cause I know he’s gonna pull something on us. I can feel it, Jack. And anyway, I was gonna wait till a bit later to bring this up, but we’re gonna have to think about moving on soon, anyway.”

“What’er you talkin’ about? Movin’ on? Movin’ on to where? Why? We gotta a pretty good thing going on here, Sissy, why should we leave?”

Suzy sighed. Sometimes she forgot how naive Jack still was, even with all the conning people out of their money they did every day. Patiently, she explained, “That’s just it, Jack, we’ve about milked this cow dry. We can’t keep working the same areas, even in different guises. We risk one of our former pigeons overhearing us or recognizing us and exposing us. We really need to stop everything but Bluff playing, especially now that Shannon is onto us. We can rely on the Bluff games for a while, but we only cover expenses with those most weeks. If Shannon plays along with us, we’ll have to let him have his share of the pots as well or he may expose us. Now why don’t you run over to his place and invite him to come along with us?”

“Why don’t you?” Jack sulked. He always hated it when his sister was right and he knew she was right about this.

“Now Jack, you know it wouldn’t be proper for me to go running across to Mr. O’Dell’s room. We may be grifters but we can still try to maintain a certain level of respectability, even in our current circumstances. Now go on over and tell Mr. Shannon to stop by about nine o’clock and we’ll walk over to the The Smiling Cat together.”
The evening at the Smiling Cat, while not a total disaster, was not one of Jack or Suzy’s better evenings playing cards. Suzy found herself much more distracted by Shannon and those blue eyes than she would have expected, so she missed her opponent’s tells on several crucial hands. This put more money in the hands of the other players than she and Jack normally allowed.

Jack seemed to be having his own problems tracking the cards being played and without Suzy’s signals at the proper time, he lost some hands he should have won.

Shannon, on the other hand, was having a fine night. He wasn’t as distracted by Suzy as she was by him and he had long ago trained himself to show few tells that his opponents could pick up. That, coupled with the fact that he, also, could deal cards from anywhere in the deck virtually undetected made his evening quite a lucrative one.

Generally, Jack and Suzy would play until midnight or so. But tonight, Suzy called it quits shortly after eleven, when the table took a break. She and Jack normally arrived and left separately, so as to maintain the facade of mere acquaintances. They always agreed before hand where they would meet up when they left and Suzy was waiting in front of the Brickhouse Bar when Jack strolled up with Shannon. Suzy hadn’t expected Shannon to leave the game since he was doing so well, much less come with Jack to meet her. It also surprised her when Shannon offered to buy them a drink as a consolation for their rough evening.

They found an out of the way corner table in the Brickhouse and ordered their drinks. Shannon and Jack both found they had a taste for cheap wine and Suzy surprised Shannon by ordering a glass of their best whiskey straight up. As they drank, the talk turned to the night’s game.

“You both seemed to be a mite upset at how the cards fell tonight,” Shannon said, not offering any hint of his contribution to their problem, “Everybody has an off night now and again.”

“We don’t,” Jack said flatly, “Not how we play.”

Suzy kicked him under the table. She wasn’t ready to be sharing their particular Bluff strategies with Shannon quite yet, but it looked like she wasn’t being given any choice in the matter, as Jack went on.

“Why didn’t you tell me you’d be dealin’ crooked? I woulda worked with ya, if I’d a’known you were pullin’ ‘em out at your leisure. It took me most the night to figure out it was you that was messin’ me up.”

Shannon was taken aback. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had caught onto how he was dealing. He’d gotten caught quite a bit at first, of course, until he had practiced on his fellow deck hands and refined his technique but that had been back before the war when he was working deckhand on various riverboats up and down the Mississippi, watching the gamblers at night.

“Well. . .uh. . .I. . .I don’t know what you’re talking about, Jack,” Shannon said , trying to bluff his way out of it.

“Oh, come on, now, Shannon,” Jack cajoled. “I could tell, once I started looking for it. Back when ol' Henry was teaching Suzy and me to play, he also taught us how to spot cheaters. You was dealing them cards from the top, bottom and middle.”

Shannon had the good grace to blush lightly. “Well, why didn’t you turn me in? I was winning and you weren’t.”

“You came in on my introduction, Shannon. It wouldn’t looked too good, if I’d called you out after bringing you in. Them fellers would’ve beat the hell outta both of us, if we were lucky. Besides, why didn’t you turn me and Suzy in after you realized what we were up to?”

“I have no love for lawmen. Most of ‘em are dirtier than the folks they’re locking up. I have to say, I was impressed that two kids that had grown up with everything being done for them had adapted so well to life on the shadier side of the street. What made you stray from the good path?”

“We got some experience on the shadier side, as you call it, before the war,” Suzy cut in. “We were helping slaves escape North whenever we could. Jack and I didn’t abide keeping and owing other human beings. It didn’t seem right, seeing as how this country was founded on the principle that all men were supposed to be created equal and entitled to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. Once I got old enough and figured out what was going on, I decided to do what I could to see that those that wanted to flee had the opportunity. Jack made the same decision as me when he got to be of an age, as well. So we learned to lie and sneak around in service of others. We decided it was time

to lie and sneak in service of ourselves for a change. ‘Specially since we don’t have what you’d call any useful skills.”
“But you owned slaves,” Shannon replied. “How’d you reconcile that?”

“Those were are Daddy’s slaves, not ours,” Suzy explained. “We had no choice about that. But we treated everyone with respect and when we could, we helped more than a few disappear. Daddy was always fuming about his ‘ungrateful’ slaves running off from him, but we were very careful. Not only did nobody we helped ever get caught, but nobody, not even Daddy, suspected it was us that was helping,” she finished with a laugh.

“So who was this ole Henry that taught y’all to play cards and catch cheaters?”

“Oh, that was Daddy’s old waiting man and our mammy’s husband. He started off just showing us how to play to keep us amused, but we both kinda showed a talent for it, so’s he started teaching us more serious like when we got a little older. I seem to have a knack for catching people in a bluff or know when they’re holding a pretty good hand. Jack here has learned how to shuffle and deal pretty much any card he wants out of the deck. Between the two of us, we’ve managed to sort out some signals for each other that improve our chances of winning the hand.”

“I see,” Shannon said thoughtfully, scratching his chin, “I was debating whether I was gonna say anything to the both of you about this, but I reckon I will. I think if we work together, we could take it all.”

“What are you talking about?” Jack asked.

“The reason I got off in St. Louis and quit the riverboat gambling is to go and try my hand at this here big Bluff tournament in Independence, Kansas. Grand prize is a hundred gold dollars plus winner take all. Cost ten gold to buy in. I was gonna win my stake here in St. Louis before I head out. We’ll need to leave in five days if we want to make it in time.”

“I’m in,” Jack said immediately. “We’ll need to work out our signals with each other, so we can nail it. Are there other prizes?”

“Second spot gets fifty dollars. And of course, depending on the number of players, the winner gets the pot. Not a bad return on your money.”

“We’ll have to talk about it. Twenty is almost half of what we’ve saved to head west on,” Suzy said.

“Uh, well. . . yeah. . .about that. . .You’ll only need to come up with ten. Apparently, the man that’s running the thing got a problem with women playing cards. He don’t mind ‘em hanging about with their men and such, but he ain’t allowing no women nor coloreds to buy into the game.”

Suzy looked away annoyed. She had been ready to cast her lot in with Shannon to see if they could sweep the game, but not being allowed to play made her want to skip it. She had gotten pretty used to being able to do as she pleased. Jack was willing to follow her lead on most things and they didn’t have anyone else trying to run their life for a change. Having someone tell her she couldn’t do something because she was a woman had always chafed and her new-found freedom had only increased that feeling.

“I’m sorry, Suzy,” Jack said softly. “I know hearing that makes you angry, but you would still be able to hang around the table and signal me and Shannon. It might even work better, ‘cause you could concentrate on the looking and not worry about the playing. Whatta you say, Sissy? Come on and do it with us.”

“I’m going to have to think about this,” Suzy said slowly. “We’ll talk again in the morning. Right now, I’m tired. Would you two gentlemen mind to walk me home?”