It was a jack-high straight flush. The gambling hall was crowded, but they always were down Denver way. His face was blank as he looked around the table. The pot was huge and sitting atop it was the deed for a ranch in Wyoming of all places. Still, the stakes were high. He tossed in a gold nugget from his claim and the room went quiet.
“Call,” he said, softly. “Let’s see”
The two men remaining laid out their cards. In Adam’s opinion, it was this heart racing, blood thudding moment that made the game worth playing.
“Two Pair, Jacks over tens,” said the man on his left but Adam didn’t think he’d had much. His eyes were on the man across from him. The man across from him had tossed the deed to his ranch and that itself said one of two things. The ranch was worthless or his hand was anything but.
“Full house,” Said the man across from him with a smirk. A smirk that Adam was going to enjoy making fade.
Adam let just the hint of a smile tilt the corner of his lip.
“Straight flush,” He said, smug with his blood pounding in his ears. It didn’t matter if it was 10 high, it didn’t matter what suit. A straight flush beat a full house and the bounty in front of him was his.