“We’re coming out!” the boxman yelled as Rowe prepared to shoot. The stickman shoved the two dice along the felt and left them right in front of him, and he picked them up and shook them in his fist. Rowe picked his up and placed them in his stack along the rail of the table. The dealers placed the checks down on the felt in front of the winning players. “Five! A no-field five!” yelled the boxman. He was crowded in between the stickman and the other dice players, who were lined up two and three deep at all five tables, making the wide marble-and-crystal-appointed room feel small. Rowe was on one hell of a roll at the dice table. Down in the valley beneath the shadow of Sugarloaf Mountain, where the hot vapors rise from the healing waters of the springs, L.V.
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