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"and like Miss Debra 'Tricky' Downing,

a splendid blonde as seductive

- as she is deadly at the table."

- A whiskey.

"Her feline eyes have distracted

more than one opponent"--

boy, l'd like to see her--

--"or like Johnny Boy OtLeary,

the enfant protege of poker.

He's little more than 20,

but they say he has the coldest

and most ingenious mind

ever seen at a poker table.

He travels through the West

with his beautiful companion Elizabeth,

who inspires almost

as much jealousy

as his skill with cards:,

or like lrwin Van Brooklyn,

better known

as Van the Dutchman.

He dresses like a count,

but at the table,

he becomes a wild beast.

Self-centered, always escorted

by his silent assistant,

Van is a famous

if not infamous poker player,

even if some accuse him

of using some cards

more than "others

intimidation,

violence, blackmail;

and finally there is

the unrivaled champion,

handsome Doc West,

a living legend."

It's an old story.

Well, at least youtre

in good company, Doc.

Or bad company,

like Denise says.

Well, one thing

they all is is human.

That means they all like to eat.

And if we keep a-jawint,

we're gonna miss

that chili stew that Gloria

makes for me every week.

And I don't want

to miss it. Letts go.

- I have to stop at the infirmary.

- What infirmary?

Behind the saloon.

Since that brawl,

people have been

waiting for me there.

If you get hungry, come over.

Okay.

"Doc West is considered

the greatest

poker player in the world--

intelligent, smart, unbeatable.

He's the greatest legend ever."

Wow.

Pearl.

Pearl.

Roy.

I didn't know you was here.

I am Debra "Tricky" Downing now.

Ha. Sure.

You're the beautiful gal

they talked about in the newspaper.

I should have know'd that right off.

Roy.

- I will tell you what I want you to write.

What?

- I want you to write the truth.

- The truth? I just wrote it.

Ahh!

Oh!

What happened here?

The rag writer provoked me.

He deserved this.

Isn't that the truth, rag writer?

Yes,

it's true.

I was wrong. I'm sorry.

I've got my eye on you.

Hmm.

Hans?

Let me see.

Wetll we'll take care of this.

I never imagined that one day

I'd be treated

by the legendary Doc West.

Oh really?

Give me your finger.

Put it on the top of the patch.

All right.

It could have been much worse.

A little deeper

and you would have been killed.

Occupational hazard, I suppose.

Youtre gonna look tough.

When I wrote that

Van the Dutchman

had won certain victories

through intimidation,

I knew he would be mad,

but I didn't think

hetd do something like this.

Why don't you tell

the sheriff what happened?

He'll listen to you.

He will read everything

in my next article...

that I will write when

I am far away from here.

Watch out for the Dutchman.

He's dangerous.

You should be careful too, Doc.

He can't stand that

you beat him once.

He's here for revenge.

Anyway,

thank you, Doc.

So, Mr. Staunton,

you leaving us already?

Yes, Sheriff. Even though

I didn't play, I lost too much.

So who's gonna write

about the tournament now?

And this is only the beginning.

What're you talkint about?

We're just gonna lose a writer.

It's obvious that if you

fill the town with dynamite,

that sooner or later one

of the sticks will explode.

These people are dangerous.

But it's not poker that's violent,

it's the West itself that's violent.

Yes, but if we attract

people to the town

with the illusion of becoming rich,

then we attract

a certain kind of person.

You know better

than I do what this is

we need a little hospital here.

It was your idea.

And I say if itts a poker tournament

that has to make it happen--

I say so be it.

My husband wouldn't have agreed.

You can't go to heaven

making deals with the devil.

Denise, I inherited this badge

from a wonderful man

your husband.

But hets gone now,

and you've got to trust somebody.

If it's not gonna be me,

let it be Doc.

He's a good man, a just man,

a man to ride the river with.

And he knows what to do.

My husband was a just man

who knew what to do.

Now.

Write your damn article in hell.

It's my ankle. Itts been

bothering me for a long time now.

I know.

Otherwise, you're doing

very well, Mrs. Billings.

All you have to do is

walk 10 minutes a day.

It's good for your ankle,

for your knee

and for everything else.

Oh, thank you, Doc West.

Thank you very much.

- l'll check on you.

- Oh, thank you.

Thank you so much.

Excuse me, Doctor,

I got a pain in the neck.

Always wanted to be

a patient of yours.

I'm closing shop.

Come back tomorrow.

I'll humiliate you

in front of everyone, Doc.

The problem

isn't your neck, it's your head.

Nobody's without faults.

Make sure you're in the finals, Doc.

I want to see you lose

in front of an audience.

Big talkers,

big losers go together.

Faster, Johnny. Faster!

Doc West.

Doc West!

Johnny, what are you doing?

That's Doc.

Yout'e Doc Doc West.

Do we know each other?

Tell him how much I talk about him.

He's always talking about you.

He's a great admirer

of yours, Mr. West.

What I wouldn't give to play

at your table, Doc West.

lt's all in the cards.

- I know. Itll do my best to make it happen.

Johnny dear,

youtve still got half a mile left.

She is my slave-driver.

She has me running

at least three miles a day.

Oh.

- Healthy body, healthy mind.

Looks like

you're in good hands.

I gotta go now.

A woman fell off her horse.

She can't walk.

- But, Doc, the tournament starts today.

I'll try to be back in time.

Well, ladies and gentlemen,

I would like to welcome

y'all to the first annual

Holysand poker tournament.

I am Sheriff Baseheart.

I will be conducting

the proceedings.

Now let me explain to you

what the rules

of this competition are.

This is a knockout competition.

That means the loser gives

his pot to the winner.

And the winner ultimately wins

$32,000.

That's a heap of money.

So I will also tell you

that if anybody is late

and misses his match...

Where's Doc?

...then that will be deemed...

I don't know and I don't care.

...as a forfeiture

of that particular match,

just as if he lost.

And so, um...

any questions?

Now did I tell you my name

is Sheriff Baseheart?

Yeah, I told you that.

All right, then-- um, then...

we can-- we can say

that the annual

Holysand poker tournament

is just about ready

to be called

Itm sorry, Sheriff.

I-- I was held up by a patient.

--declared that the games

are now to begin!

Three kings...

and two jacks.

Things going pretty smooth.

All the favorites seem to have won.

It's only the beginning, Sheriff.

You did well, Johnny.

Just the beginning, darlin'.

Just the beginning.

Till next time, Dandy.

I don't want your hand.

Give me your girl.

Don't even think about it.

Take your hands off me!

Don't touch me!

- l'll kill you! I'll kill all of you.

Get off!

- What's going on?

I don't know.

I thought I told you to

take your filthy hands off me!

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