The river cards flipped up onto the table. He knew that making the final cut would boost the odds on him winning, especially with the erratic all-in maneuvers he was using. A pair of aces in hand, and none on the river. It was risky, but it was time.
“All in,” he said. He slid his chips forward. Everyone folded, except his nemesis, who flipped up a pair of jacks against his aces.
Queen. A bead of sweat soaked his eyebrow. Jack.
It was over. He lost, and grinned. The bets his friends placed would earn ten-to-one.
“All in,” he said. He slid his chips forward. Everyone folded, except his nemesis, who flipped up a pair of jacks against his aces.
Queen. A bead of sweat soaked his eyebrow. Jack.
It was over. He lost, and grinned. The bets his friends placed would earn ten-to-one.
