Tombstone Estate

[Doc Holliday]

The saloon was hopping. Men came and went, the whores picking up on some of them, disappearing into rooms on the upper levels. Other men were thrown out from being aggressive since the overgrown adolescents couldn't control their liquor. A few found time to visit the gambler in the back, trying to make a buck.

"You're play, Sir," he told a man in his southern accent.
"I fold," he said, realizing this wasn't the hand to be betting on.
"And you, Sir?" the dealer told another man.
The man looked first at the dealer, then at those around the table and back to the dealer. After another look at his hand, he reached down and threw a fifty dollar chip into the pot, "I raise you."
The others folded as the others read him.
"Your play, Dealer," he said staring at him.

The dealer sat in thought, tumbling a coin from finger to finger of his right hand. He had a royal flush but didn't want to give it away. He dislike the man and wanted to break him so, he went light. He dropped the coin and placed some chips in the already large pot.
"I'll see your bet and raise you, oh, a hundred," he said.
The player looked back at him and nodded. He had four of a kind, Jacks to be exact, and was confident. He pushed everything he had into the pot, "I've got you now, Holliday."

"We shall see," was his response as he matched the bet and then stared at him then dropped his hand on the table.
Enraged, the man threw his cards at Holliday, "you cheated me you son-of-a-bitch." He then went to draw his gun.
"En pace requiescat," he said, both his guns already pointing at him with the hammers drawn. The infuriated man breathed heavy realizing he had no chance while the other players scurried from the table.
Out of the corner of his eye in the far end of the room, he noticed a man drawing a pistol and pointing it at him. Before he could draw the hammer, Doc trained one of his pistols at him and fired, striking the man in the chest. He dropped dead. The enraged gambler still dare not move as the pistol of Holliday's left hand remained fixed on him.

"You may leave now," he told the man.
As he pulled back, he noticed a rifle pointing from outside at the window...at Holliday. Seeing this, he dropped to the floor as the muffled shot went off, the glass broke and Holliday jerked foward.

"NNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOO" Doc yelled as he shot up from a dead sleep in his West Room desk chair, his guns drawn. The one in his left hand facing the wall before him, the right facing the entrance door of the room which now had a bullet hole in it. He sat looking around in the semi-dark room, a reading light on his desk the only light, breathing heavy. He was alone for the moment, having woke up from falling asleep while doing some work. As he settled down, the calming voice of his wife rang out from behind the door.
"John Henry, you all right?" she asked as she carefully opened the door, looking at the hole in it as she did before looking at him in horror, his right hand pistol pointing at her. She stood frightened, her hand over her chest. He finally lowered the guns, placing them on his desk. Slowly, she walked to him.

"It OK," she said hugging him, putting herself between him and the guns.
"Bad dream," she said softly.

"My God, was I that bad back then?" he asked out loud to no one.

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