Bobby Boyd’s Bad Eyes   “A pony that can play poker? Bullshit!” “I swear, Jennie, I seen it with my own eyes. Bobby trained it to play. And the scary thing is, it’s good.” I shook my head as I crumpled a greasy paper napkin and shoved it into a greasier paper bag. I belched,…

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