![]() He started a nasty argument over it one night - could have gotten serious - but Gerard and Caine broke it up. If you kept beating him at anything you had to be cheating. The trouble with him was that he was good at so many things he wouldn't admit even to himself that there were some things other people could do better. He once accused me of cheating at cards, did you know that? And that's about the only thing I wouldn't cheat at. And that was it for the rest of the night. When I was done playing I'd go find some action, women, or cards, usually. I played drums till all hours in a basement spot up the river where the walls sweated almost as much as the customers and the smoke used to wash around the lights like streams of milk. I had a little red sail plane I used to go sky surfing in, every couple of days. ![]() ![]() Texorami was a wide open port city, with sultry days and long nights, lots of good music, gambling around the clock, duels every morning and in-between mayhem for those who couldn't wait. And if he did call Dad, he would look like a weakling. It occurred to me then that maybe one or more of the others had been responsible for his circumstances.
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