The poker table was almost completely surrounded by onlookers. There were only two players: Vivian Kern, her face frozen and unreadable, and Baird Stark, a half-grin of arrogant confidence on his puffed lips.

Winter Santell, who had stumbled upon Vivian's dying father, knew what the chips were worth--her ranch house against the land. And all her chips were on the table when she lost the hand.

"That does it!" Stark roared.

"Not quite," she said. "Were the ranch and cattle all you wanted?"

He licked his lips. "Wanted you, too. Figured you'd come to me now."

"You figured wrong. But I'll buy another stack of chips if you want me bad enough. I've got nothing to put up but myself."

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