I came to Virginia City
before there ever was a Nevada.
When they discovered that
big vein of silver ore
they called the Comstock load,
I made a killing selling tents
and Mexican bull roads
and I built the palace,
the finest gambling hall
this side of San Francisco.
Man, And that was a whole nother
world.
You can't imagine what
it was like.
The town was on the boom
and silver ran through the
palace like a river.
And I was rich overnight.
As I sit here in this boarding house,
living on church charity and waiting for the end,
I can still hear the sounds
of cards and dice
and women's voices screaming
with laughter and gunfire in the streets.
But all along, it was my destiny to wind up like this,
without a dime and no way in the
world
to do anything about it.
And if there's one thing I know and
believe with all my heart,
it's that there ain't no way in
the world
that a man can escape his destiny,
no matter how he tries or what he does.
I learned that from a gambler
who worked for me in the palace.
He was a cold -eyed man
with ice water in his veins,
And his hands were like lightning,
whether they were handling cards or a pistol.
I didn't think there was any use
in killing as many men
as he did,
but he made me a lot of
money.
And when it came to money,
I was always in a hurry.
He was a lot dif ferent
when I first hired him.
He was kind of an innocent young fellow
back then.
All he wanted to do
was be free from working like a slave,
plowing corn from daylight
till dark every day of his life.
The money and the pistol
bought him freedom from hard work
and living on cornbread and sow belly,
but once he got hooked on
that easy money
and the power of the gun,
he couldn't let go of it.
He came into my office one day
and all that cold,
hard, mean look was gone,
and his face was white as a sheet
and his hands were shaking.
In a quivering voice,
he told me to open the safe
where he kept his sack of money
so he could buy the fastest horse
he could find and flee to Reno.
I poured him a big drink of whiskey
and made him sit down
and tell me what had happened to him.
He said he had been walking
around the town square
waiting for the cigar store to open,
and he'd bumped into an
old woman
wearing a long black robe
with a hood over her head.
When he looked inside the hood,
he saw that it was death.
And the expression on her face
when she saw him
and caused a cold hand of
terror
to close around his heart.
After I gave him his money
and he bought a horse
and spurred down the street heading for Reno,
I walked to the town square
and right away I spied the hooded figure.
I looked into the face of death
and as soon as I could get my
breath again,
I said, why'd you want
to scare my dealer?
And death spoke saying,
I didn't mean to frighten him.
I was just surprised to see
him here.
I'm supposed to
meet him tonight in Reno.