M. Stanley Bubien
Cop on the Edge, Episode 3
My .357 aimed at his nose, I growled, "Do yah feel lucky?"
"Well? Do yah? Punk!"
Squinting into my eyes, he flicked his wrist. Both die came up. Eleven.
He challenged me with a grin---he felt lucky all right.
So did I.
Holstering the gun, I collected my money.
I play craps smart. I always give my punk help feelin' lucky.
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