Another Texas Ranger story I once reported, circa 1960s, told about the Ranger who raided a gambling game near Sweetwater, out in our West Texas.
When the Ranger parked his pickup, the boys sitting at the table got a warning, took all the money and chips off the table, but held the cards they hadn’t shone.
Six foot, seven-inch tall Texas Ranger walks in, leans near the door, watches, says nothing. Says nothing some more. Waits. Watches the cardholders fidget.
After an extended wait, Mose….let’s call him that…still holding his cards, stuttered a bit when he asked others around the poker table:
“Wha…, wha… what’s trumps?”
Hearts