Man with No Name- Shuffling

  "There's your pay. You earned it, Nameless. With a gun, you're the nerviest gent I've ever seen, but I wonder how your nerves are with a deck of cards. I'll cut high card with you for that envelope, double or nothing."

  "Why not?" the hunter said. "Providing I shuffle, cut and deal. I've seen how you can make cards do everything but sing Yankee Doodle."

  Dandy pretended to hesitate but there was a sly glint in his eye.

  "All right. I'll be a sport. Go ahead." The bounty hunter took the pack in his left hand, his right hanging down at his side. Using only the one hand, he put the deck through a dazzling sequence of shuffles and cuts that had Dandy's eyes bulging. He finished by slapping two cards down, face-up. Dandy's was the three of clubs, his own the jack of diamonds.

  "My, my," he murmured shaking his head in mock wonder. "It looks like luck is turning my way at last."

  "Luck, you sonofabitch!" Dandy said bitterly. "And with my own cards, too—that I marked myself! All the time I've been thinking you were a pilgrim. I've pulled that or seen it pulled on the chumps a thousand times, but never one-handed until now. How'd you come to learn that stunt?"

  "I saw a fast gunman killed because he had both hands occupied with shuffling and dealing when the other fellow drew. I swore I'd learn to do it left-handed, leaving my gun hand free, or give up gambling. So I learned. You want to try it again, double or nothing?"

  "Go to hell! I'll get the money you won, you crook."

  When he returned, The Man With No Name had brought out rags and equipment and was carefully cleaning and oiling his guns. Dandy slammed a sheaf of bills down on the stand.

- A Coffin Full of Dollars, chapter 12