The Gunman’s Reckoning

For the first moment Donnegan was not sure; it was not until there was a slight faltering in the deal–an infinitely small hesitation which only a practiced eye like that of Donnegan’s could have noticed–that he was sure. The winner was crooked. Yet the hand was interesting for all that. He had done the master trick, not only giving himself the winning hand but also giving each of the others a fine set of cards.