"Well yer men ain't here," Wyatt grinned, reaching over to slide the little box at his elbow forward. He tapped the end against the table and pulled open the top, started to slide the thin, waxy cards out.

"And believe you me, other than bein' dragged around like a show pony there ain't a whole lot for us to do between arenas."

And Wyatt was of the belief that you could tell a lot about a man by how he played. How he held, how he folded. How he won, or lost.

He was fairly certain he could trust Maximus, but he needed to be more than fair before he brought Elias into this. Riskin' himself was one thing, a friend was high another.