The Dealer didn’t react. He just reached under the table, took the shotgun, and reloaded. Click. Click. Click. He racked the slide. Two hot shells in the magazine now.
Leo’s hand trembled as he wrapped his fingers around the forestock. The weight was obscene. He looked at the muzzle. A dark circle, like a blind, staring eye. buckshot roulette
“Any questions?”
Leo looked at the gun. Then at the Dealer. He understood, finally. There was no winning. There was only how long you took to lose. The Dealer didn’t react