The whiskey was stale, and the cards looked grim. He’d probably win this hand but that wasn’t the trouble—it was what they were telling him. “It” was happening now. There was no time to wait for Earp, who was still a day’s out. Holliday ‘accidently’ dropped his chips, and the man to his right bent to pick them up. THEIR kind couldn’t resist, and Holliday wanted to be absolutely, positively certain. As the pasty-pale cowboy put the chips in order by value and color, Holliday reached into his belt, withdrew the knife, and beheaded the vampire then and there.
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