Chapter 100

Suckers. Ezra tossed down his cards and drew the coins and bills toward him. There was grumbling, but that the fuck did he care? He ignored them.

He growled when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He didn’t like being touched.

“It’s me.” The low voice belonged to Eli, the youngest of the brothers. Originally there’d been four of them, but Enoch had got himself killed a few years back. Ezra would have gone after the son of a bitch who’d shot him, but the varmint had cleared out before Ezra could find him.

The breath that fanned his cheek was rank. Not that Ezra cared. His was just as bad. Ezra handed Eli his drink to cut the odor.

“I reckon that’s it for me, boys.”

“You ain’t gonna give us a chance to break even?”

“Another time.” Although Ezra didn’t plan on coming this way again. He’d heard things were interesting out in California, and he thought he’d mosey on out that way.

After he finished this job.

He pocketed his winnings, pushed back his chair, and got to his feet.