"Bunch, Chris - Last Legion 01 - The Last Legion 2.0" - читать интересную книгу автора (Bunch Chris)

'Didn't you just answer your own question?'

'Maybe I did,' Yoshitaro said. 'Sure. We can do it like that.'

Jaansma peeled some bills from the roll.

'Here. Give me, oh, fifteen minutes.'


Garvin curled the five cards in his hand, examined them. Not good, not
bad. This was the fourth hand he'd played. He'd dropped out of two, bet
on one and lost.

'Ten credits to play,' the woman said, and tossed a bill into the center
of the blanket.

Garvin tossed two coins on top of the ante, and other notes followed.
Three players, including Kipchak, stayed in.

'Go ahead, kid,' the dealer said. 'You're off.'

'I take one,' Jaansma said, discarding and taking a single card from the
five-card widow, and the dealer replaced it from the deck in his hand.

'No help,' he sighed, and tossed his hand into the discards

Betting went around twice, and Kipchak took the small pot.

The dealer was shuffling when Yoshitaro slipped in. 'Hey, Kipchak,'
Njangu said. 'I've got the money I owe you. Found a dice game
yesterday.'

Petr blinked, looked hard at Njangu, was about to say something.
Yoshitaro moved his head slightly up, down.

'Oh. Yeah. Hold my place.' Kipchak got up.

'I got it in my bag,' Njangu said, and the two went out.

Another hand was dealt, and the dealer won.

Petr and Njangu came back in. Kipchak's face was dark, stormy, then
calmed. He sat down, and Njangu leaned against a bulkhead, not far from
the lookout, someone who couldn't sleep and was boredly kibitzing.

The game went on for another hour. Garvin noted that one man licked his
lips when he was bluffing, the woman pulled absently at a lock of her
hair when she had a strong hand, other traits. But mostly he watched the
dealer. The luck went back and forth, but the credits slowly and
steadily flowed toward the heavy man with the ring.