Tommy Maaltman's Wild, Wild, West. Lassiter meets the Gambler.

Kicking in the swinging doors of The Hole in the Wall Saloon, Lassiter knocked out the rotten two front teeth of the poor drunk standing too close on the other side. He scanned the room with his steely grey eyes and instantly there was stone cold silence. His face was as rough as the land he rode over and as dry as the floor of Death valley Desert. Dressed all in black leather with a day's ride worth of dust and grit, Lassiter walked to the round table where sitting with his back to the wall was the Gambler dressed in a fine black suit, Homburg hat, rattle snake skull Bolo tie and fine linen shirt, waiting to cheat some poor bastard out of his last two cents. Lassiter sat down across from the Gambler and said, "Its time someone taught you a lesson." Glancing at the toothless unshaven barkeep named, "Gums" Lassiter didn't have to say a word. He knew to bring him a bottle of the house's finest cask strength single malt Scotch whisky and two glasses. The Gambler started to shuffle his stacked deck of marked cards and as Lassiter cut the deck said, "How about all or nothing 5 card draw?'" Lassiter nodded, the cards were dealt and the Gambler's fate was sealed. Lassiter's discarded two cards and was dealt two more. The Gambler discarded one card and drew another. The Gambler said to Lassiter, " Show em," and Lassiter laid down his cards face up on the table showing a full house, Kings over Queens. After a poignant pause, the Gambler looked Lassiter in the eyes and said, "Too bad," as he laid his cards down on the table showing four aces and a Jack. Lassiter looked at the four aces and then into the Gambler's black eyes and said, "Turn over the rest of the deck so we all can see em." A single drop of perspiration appeared on the Gambler's ashen forehead. Seconds after the cards were all turned over showing several more aces at the bottom of the deck, Lassiter drew his 44 Magnum and squeezed the trigger sending a 246 GR lead round nose slug directly through the Gambler's black hardened heart. The Gambler fell back over in his chair and was dead before he hit the ground. All the eye witnesses in The Hole in the Wall agreed, he was a no good cheating scum bag and he was killed in self defense although the Gambler's gun was never found. Lassiter asked for several more glasses and poured all the eye witnesses a dram of Teaninich cask strength single malt whisky, 106.7, 61% with a deathly pale yellow color, strong wet cement nose, undertaker's phenol and grey tea taste, and powerful explosive gunpowder finish. Later that day the Gambler's body was dumped unceremoniously in an unmarked grave on Boot Hill. May he rest in peace. Slainte, Tommy Maaltman