Van Palmer x Western AU
The Gambler
If you owned any saloon within a 300 mile range, you knew of what to expect when the red headed stranger strolled into those doors:
The drinks would pour heavily.
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The poker table would become the hotbed of attention
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Your saloon girls would forget their regular clients and all try their luck with the stranger with the gruesome scars.
What was there to know about this mysterious drifter? She played a wicked game of poker.
You had to make a plan to placate the men she would surely infuriate in her wake; be it by winning all of their earnings on the drive, or stealing the attention of the girls they were vying for.
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The strife with the men was well worth it. The stranger would take her winnings and either buy the whole place a round, or pay for a few of the girls to “have a night off”.
This infamy at poker sometimes came with men angry or foolhardy or drunk enough to accuse the stranger of cheating.
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“Take that back” She’d warn with a growl around her cigar.
That was another thing you knew about the red headed stranger:
She didn’t like her honor questioned.
If you dared to question it in public, her aim in a duel was as sharp as her card skills…
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