Jim went back into the saloon, to see what the town was like. he found a poker game in the corner, and watched, to learn how the men playing liked to gamble. once he was confident, he turned visible and walked up to join the game.
"this here is a private game, friend. best be wandering elsewhere now." an important looking man wearing a vicious scar sneered. he had accumulated most of the money on the table, and wanted to collect the rest.
"reckon I will," said jim. "yall don't play with real money anyway." he grinned and turned to walk away, knowing full well they couldn't resist the chance of a big payout.
"on second thought, what would you call real money?" the man to the right of the scarred man asked.
Jim laid a stack of bills on the table and said, "hows this for a buy in?" the group stared at the cash and invited him to have a seat.
as the dealer dealt out the cards, jim looked at his hand. not bad, he thought as he looked at his 3 of a kind. using the gifts of his system, he saw that only one of the men had a better had then him. as he looked into the eyes of the scarred man, he smiled, and returned 2 of his cards. the scarred man immediately raised the bet. jim called without flinching. he then was shocked to see that the man was thinking about the exact cards jim had in his hand, just for a second.
is he a psychic or something? jim thought. he knows my cards a well as I know his. jim picked up his cards and realized with glee that he had received the only remaining 8. as he smiled at his hand, he raised the bet. the scarred man immediately folded. jim was confused, but took his money and began the second round. jim watched carefully as the other took their cards. this time, jim had a terrible hand. looking around, everyone else had decent, but not great hands. the man to Jim's right began the bet this round. on his turn, jim bluffed wildly. on the return, jim declined to trade even one. the scarred man was visibly confused and sweating. jim looked dead in his eyes and doubled the current bet.