The deputy was a man in his late twenties, which made him old enough to be confident in himself after collecting a few notches on his belt, but still young enough to be ruled by emotions at the worst possible time. To a professional gambler, that was the perfect age for an opponentAnders dressed like a rancher with a badge pinned to his chest and sat in his spot as if that badge was enough to earn him free drinks. It wasn’t.Doc sat on Lottie’s other side. Apart from his dapper gray suit, he wore a smile that nearly went from one ear to the other. Although Doc always looked happy and a bit anxious at the start of a game, Caleb knew the real reason behind that smile was the blond woman who circled the table like a shark.So far, Trish seemed to be keeping her distance well enough. She moved with a swivel in her hips, and none of the other men seemed ready to complain if she drifted a little too close. Lottie warned her away with a deadly stare.To Doc’s left was a man Caleb had seen once or twice around town but hadn’t yet had a chance to speak to.
