Nightscape Page #4

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Sorry.

Hey, cario.

I just called you.

And here I am

Uh-uh. House rules

is stakes or nothin'.

Come on, man.

Little lady brightens up

the room.

'Specially after last night.

Yeah, sure.

Oh wait, I ordered a club soda.

Can we get back to playin' now?

Any side bets? Moffat?

Damn the weather.

Alright, down to the

shoot-out.

One roll apiece,

top-score get's the pot.

I'll go first.

That's eleven, three, fourteen

total. Fourteen's the point.

Blow.

Got the run on us now,

looks like.

Time to call it in and get.

Yeah, I should cash out too,

'fore my old lady goes bugnuts

like Lou Gaston.

Ain't no gettin' over that, man.

Alright boys, as always,

good playin'.

How 'bout you, amigo?

What's your reckonin'?

As much as I'd like to win

my stake back,

the day's a-callin'.

It's up to you.

How 'bout we speed things up

a little

now that it's just

the two of us.

Keep it between the lines

and dirty side down.

I'll hang for a while to see

this... just outta curiosity.

What would you say to a game

of Miwin's Hazard?

That'd move things along.

What game is this?

Three dice, three cups.

These aren't your usual

six-sided dice, though.

Each die

has just three numbers.

Dice are rolled fairly,

but under the cups.

You pick one, I pick one.

Since each number only comes

up once,

we always have a winner.

Her we go...

just roll 'em in the cups.

A win to start.

This time, I raise you a deuce.

No limit on the raise?

Say a nickel limit?

A nickel, then.

Three in a row.

I gotta admit, amigo..

I'm gettin' a cob on about this.

Your girlfriend here's defyin'

the odds somethin' fierce.

I thought it was

a game of chance.

Sure she's rollin' the dice

in those cups?

I advise you to conduct

yourself in American.

Wait outside while he counts

my winnings.

You think I'm gonna chock

this up to craphouse luck?

I know games of this kind.

The way it works.

It is like

rock-paper-scissors,

but you know my pick

in advance.

Apparently, you cannot win

for cheating.

Stop right there, amigo,

or so help me God, I'll beat

you all hollow.

My money... count it out.

What are you fixin' to do

with that cripple hand?

This hand... it is flesh

and hellfire altogether.

Aagh!

Ugh... ugh... ugh.

Help me with the money.

What was that back there?

Is that some kind of

pro-thesis, or whatever?

This devil-bit hand...

it is a rebuke

to the dead order around us.

Just like La Muerta Blanca.

It is dust and blood...

what you say? A graft?

It's an outward sign

of my faith.

Yeah, what religion is this?

The name would mean nothing

to you.

Just know that, to our eyes,

your Christian God is dead.

The earth and everything else

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