The Cowboy Card Game

The last time we got together to play with our royal aces we felt like lone stars. Even know winning the golden pot seemed to be particularly important thing at the time the Cowboy who was the host never received any lucrative picture cards from the deck.

He stared up to me with that drunken grin, “this is a new year my boy I expect better results,”

Suddenly, there was a deer peering through the window seeming to be making comments about what chips were being thrown into the circular part to the table.

“Do you hear that nice piece of venison out there by the window?” The Cowboy asked.

“I see one, but I do not hear anything coming from the pricket’s mouth.”

Giving me another snarl, I watched him close the rectangular playing gaming props telling us he had decided to fold.

“That is, it for me,” he stood up putting his ten-gallon hat on, “I am off to Romo’s to get me a slab of ribs if anyone is interested.”

I sat there all alone in a solitary state starting another hand putting all the hearts, diamonds, clubs, and spades in one protracted line. Peering towards the reflective glass I noticed Bambi was replaced by a bright red Cardinal, “Do you want to play a round?”

“No,” the Cardinal said, “I am off to Rise From The Ashes University and enjoy the star bucks.”