The Unappealing Gambling

The gang's only rival was Bob Ford, who had killed Jesse James 10 years before. The games were rigged, the decks were stacked and the food was so unappetizing that it lay untouched until it turned a dingy gray similar to the color of the cliffs outside. But still 400 miners would pack in every night because of the gambling. "I have my eggs are very easy and my toast cliff."