Write something to do with: the grifter.
Bonus points if you include one of my favorite comic book characters.
Today I learned a valuable lesson: loading up a wheelbarrow with firewood (even though it may be two-thirds of your usual amount) and then pushing it through a snowy orchard is a fine way to set yourself up for a heart attack.
I think I'll just wait until it melts away before trying to get a decent amount of wood down here.
The cards lay face down on the table, two in front of each man, and the dealer waited for the bets to be placed. Dusty ran a finger along the edge of each of his cards but kept his gaze on his opponent, whose eyes remained hidden behind dark sunglasses.
"It's been a long night," Dusty said and the observers seated around the players nodded as one. Pushing all his chips onto the middle of the table without looking at his hand he asked with a slight smile, "What say we bring it to an end?"
"Player one is all in," the dealer announced, turning to Dusty's opponent without a change in his neutral expression. "Player two?"
"Yeah, why not?" the man said, turning to the men and women gathered around the game with a laugh. "It's only money, right?"
Dusty allowed his smile to grow wider as the room filled with nervous laughter, certain that the night would belong to him. How could it not? He'd promised the dealer fifty percent of the winnings.
Unfortunately for Dusty, his opponent had guaranteed sixty.