Card forty-seven caught the wind and bent a little in my grip.

I forced my arm to stay stiff.

“Three hundred to the lady,” Denny said.

“Can I get three hundred and one?”

He turned his gaze back to the Grand Island rep.

The man stopped chewing his gum for a second and gave another small nod.

“Three hundred and one is bid,” Denny said.

The crowd of sixty people shifted their weight on the freezing gravel.