Only 03 - Only You

as she suspected he was, Eve took a deep, invisible breath and began dealing cards with great care and dazzling speed. The cards made a crisp sound as she placed them facedown, one at a time, in front of the three men and herself.
    Slater and the stranger watched Eve’s hands. Raleigh watched the place where red silk swelled outward over her breasts. Though the neckline of the dress was modest, the fit left no doubt there was a female beneath.
    While Eve dealt, she avoided looking at Jericho Slater, for she knew his cold blue eyes would be telling her that she wasn’t going to get away with bottom-dealing good hands to herself any longer. With her fingers still sore and blistered from burying Don and Donna Lyon, she simply wasn’t fast enough to hold her own for long against a gambler of Slater’s skill.
    Nor was the derringer concealed within the pocket of her red silk dress going to be much help against the heavier handguns worn by both Slater and Raleigh.
    It has to work, Eve thought desperately. Just once, the weak have to win out over the cruel and the strong.
    Eve didn’t look at the green-eyed stranger again. A man that handsome would have been unsettlingunder any circumstances, much less when a girl’s life depended on her concentration.
    Five cards now lay facedown in front of each player. Eve set aside the deck and picked up her own cards, wondering what she had dealt to herself. From the corner of her eye she watched the stranger. If the possibilities of the hand he had been dealt excited him, it didn’t show on his face or in the light green crystal of his eyes.
    Eve wasn’t surprised when Slater opened the betting, for she had dealt him two pairs. Nor was she surprised when Raleigh jumped in with a raise, for she had dealt him a straight. The stranger simply called for that round, as did Eve.
    Without a word she dealt each man the one or two cards he requested and swept the discards to the bottom of the deck. She permitted herself a brief glance at each man’s face as he looked at his hand.
    The stranger was good. Not a flicker of emotion showed on his face as he picked up his single new card.
    Nothing showed on Eve’s face, either.
    The cards she had were uninspiring. A jack, a nine, a six, a three, and a two. The suits were a complete mismatch. About all the cards were good for was to conceal the fine trembling of her fingers as she waited for the shooting to begin.
    Dear God, let the stranger be as quick as he is handsome. I don’t want his death on my conscience.
    Raleigh’s death, however, was another matter. Eve had no scruples about that. Anyone who could torture an old man to death while his dying wife looked on helplessly deserved a much more painful death than he was likely to get from the stranger’s six-gun.
    Slater began the betting by throwing two twenty-dollar gold pieces into the pot. Raleigh called and then raised. So did the stranger.
    Eve threw in her cards and waited for the shooting to begin.
    On the final round of betting, Slater pushed the pearls into the center of the table. Raleigh followed with the journal. Reno tossed the ring into the pot.
    “Call,” Reno said coolly.
    Slater fanned his cards face-up at the table. “Full house. Kings and aces.”
    Slater’s blue eyes began appraising Eve the way a man appraised a strange mare he planned to ride.
    Raleigh crowed and turned over his cards.
    “Four nines and a queen,” he said triumphantly. “Looks like the little lady is mine.”
    “What about you?” Eve asked quickly, turning to the stranger.
    Reno gave her an odd look. Slowly he began turning over his cards one at a time with his right hand. Beneath the table, his left hand lay relaxed and close to his gun.
    “Ten of hearts,” Reno said. “Jack. King. Ace.”
    As he turned over the last card, he watched Slater’s hands. The royal flush gleamed like blood on the table.
    “Queen of hearts.”
    For an instant there was only silence. Then Raleigh and Slater went for their guns. Slater was much faster than Raleigh, but it didn’t matter.
    Reno moved with stunning speed. Before Slater could draw his gun, Reno upended the card table and slammed it into the other men with his right hand. With his left he reached for his own gun.
    Eve scooped up the ring, the pearls, the journal, and the coins before any of it hit the floor. Instantly she sprinted for the back door of the saloon, racing past men who were too surprised to stop her. Justbefore she reached the