It’s a Great Big Wonderful Universe “SEVEN-CARD STUD,” SAYS Threefingers. “It’s a double-action game.”
“Wow!” say I. “Seven-card stud!”
“Deal,” says Silver, giggling to himself and stroking the mauve fur on his left ear.
Cards drift gently to the table: two down and one up; Silver is high with an., ace, but look out for my hidden kings! Two minutes later: I’ve got seventy credits in my pocket, I’m as free as a deep spacer (once was, remember that), and I’m dancing down the neon-lit streets of New Denver. Snockered too—Threefingers is gay with his juice, so to speak, and I’ve sneaked a little through there. Seventy credits and snockered too! It’s a great big wonderful universe!
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