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Mr. Gibber Saves the Day [MultiFormat]
eBook by Ken Rand
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eBook Category: Science Fiction
eBook Description: Us regulars at the Lucky Nickel Saloon, Second Ave, Laramie, Wyoming Territory, US of A are distressed to hear the saloon faces imminent foreclosure, right on Halloween Eve. We all got to come up with a solution quick on account of we can't get us credit nowheres else. In comes Sam Something, a back-east dude with a foreign gent in tow. Underneath his bald and foreign dome lies a talent that might save the day. Place yer bets.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Through Wyoming Eyes, 2006
Fictionwise Release Date: August 2006
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [198 KB], eReader (PDB) [27 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [14 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [14 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [75 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [85 KB], hiebook (KML) [63 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [41 KB], iSilo (PDB) [11 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [15 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [42 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [23 KB]
Words: 4032
Reading time: 11-16 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
"'Mr. Gibber Saves the Day' is a Lucky Nickel Saloon story ... an inventive and thrilling story that left me wanting more."--SFReader.com
T'wasn't long after Mick opened the Lucky Nickel Saloon for the day that us regulars started up our daily poker game. Matchstick stakes as we was all bereft of funds as usual.
T'was a tranquil October morn, dry, cool, and not much wind to stir up the dust--Hallowe'en that very eve--and what better way to pass the time than poker with your mates? Me--I'm Tom Dooley, at your service--Casper and Banky, playing cards. Charlie lay passed out under the piano and Jack Thatcher hadn't arrived yet.
T'was not long afore Banky wiped me out, so I moseyed over to the bar to bum a few sticks from Mick, run up my tab a tad futher. That's when I found out things in the Lucky Nickel Saloon, Second Ave, Laramie, Wyoming Territory, U S of A, weren't as tranquil as one might suppose.
"Mick," says I. "I wonder if--"
"I reckon." Mick nodded at a jack-o'-lantern on the bar Charlie'd carved last night afore passing out. Inside, Mick put lucifers for smokers to light up stogies with and for us boys to use for poker. I took out ten sticks and Mick made a note on a paper scrap with a pencil stub he kept in his apron and tossed the note in a ceegar box he kept under the bar for his receipts.
He sighed a sad sigh like somebody stole his jackknife and I wondered what gives so I asked.
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