As I ride down the dusty street towards my place I can hear the piano music flowing out the front entrance. Slowing to a halt as I pull up reins and dismount I now hear all the chatter of people inside. The sounds of laughter and music, coins clanging together along with glasses and bottles. A huge thirst hits me as I walk through the batwing doors while knocking the dust from my clothes with my hat. My eyes feast on the sights through a haze of smoke. In one corner I see a barber hard at work. The gals all dressed in the latest fashion catch my eyes as I continue to survey the sights. I next notice the highly polished bar with the fancy back bar and huge mirror. Looking into the mirror I see the poker tables and beyond them a pool table, all busy with customers laughing and having a good time.
It’s a typical friday night as the crowd begins to swell and people are jammed elbow to elbow. But this night is different in that Lilly Langtree has come to town and will be putting on a performance shortly. She is truly the Queen of all the cowtowns and the biggest thing to come to these parts, ever!
I hear my name being called out and begin to make my way towards the gambling tables. As I pass the Keno table and Chuck-A-Luck I notice a large gathering of cowboys cutting up and think to myself it’s going to be a wild night tonight. As I approach the poker table the boys gathered around open a pathway for me and I now see my old pals setting at the table. To my left is ol’ Doc and to his left is Bat. On my right is Wyatt and beyond him is my nemesis Jim Courtright. Directly in front of me is an open seat. The boys all greet me as I slide into the chair. As I reach into my breast pocket to pull out my money I think to myself, it doesn’t get any better then this. But before my money hits the table I hear, “honey, dinner is ready”. My dream has come to a screeching halt as I am jolted back to reality and the first hand hasn’t even been dealt.