The only thing I did was count some cards, play a good game. If you are too estupido to do the same, then you needa make a better living doing something else.

Stephen E. Lee La Charra “Gringo. The only thing I did was count some cards, play a good game. If you are too estupido to do the same, then you needa make a better living doing something else.”
“Count cards! Hah, never seen a pepper belly could count beyond ten.” He leaned forward and Maria could not see his hands. Patrons began to move away, out of the path of any lead that might fly.
The severe looking man finally spoke. “You just go ahead and put that money back, Chiquita. You can keep what you brought to the table, but leave the rest. We’ll see that those other fellows get theirs.” He looked at his partner. “Lou’s right, never seen a Mexican yet can count, never seen a Mexican yet who wasn’t a cheat.”
Maria stood up and leaned forward. She pressed her silver hideout gun against the severe looking man’s nose and cocked the hammer back. “I know how to count to five, gringo. There are five bullets in this gun but I only need one to send you to hell.” Maria glanced over at the whore who’d come to her defense. “Lady, go get my six shooters, bring them here.” The whore quickly, happily, did as she was told.
Maria holstered one and now had the other cocked and pointed at the severe looking man’s partner. “I don’ play for fun, boys. If you don’ wanna lose money, you maybe should play with matchsticks or beans. Tha’s how I learned.” She called out behind her. “Gringo barman, get aroun’ here where I can see you.” He did and now Maria slowly backed out of the bar. She made it past the skinny whore swinging above her in the cage, who was grinning broadly at the outlaw Mexicana. She kissed her palm and then blew it at Maria, looking on in delight. Maria's Trail.
Image Source ~ Stephen E. Lee