Fancy Dresses Gambler

You just walked into a smokey saloon. The bar is full of dusty ranchers. Girls with feathers in their hair wander between tables. And there, on your left, the gambling tables. Finally! You've been all more→over this stupid state looking for the best re-enactment town there is. At long last you may have found it! As far as you can tell, aside from the clear tourists, everyone is in character. No digital watches peeking out. No signs of cell phones. No modern white tube socks. This is the place you were meant to be. You can feel it in your bones. You were meant for the Old West. What else could possibly explain your desire to ride horses, gamble, and drink at noon? So here you are. Among your people.…

I've gambled down in Washington, And I've gambled up in Maine, I'm going down into Georgia, To knock down my last game, I'm a gambling man… You’ve traveled all around the country on your last dollar. more→Every time just barely making enough to keep you going. Keep your feet covered, a jacket on your back, and a ramblin’ on. Always got to keep moving. Keep going forward. You are a gamblin’ man. The kind that knows when to hold ‘em, and knows when to show ‘em. At least most of the time. Sometimes you need might need a little extra help when things don’t go quite how you thought they would. And that help comes with a few cards up your sleeve. Well, a gambler’s got to keep himself safe, are we right? T…