
In the smoky back rooms of 1880s Tucson, Doc Holliday played poker like a surgeon.
A cowboy tried to bluff him one night in five-card stud. Holliday stared, calm as ever, then pushed forward his stack. The cowboy folded. No words, just the quiet authority of a man who could outthink and outgun anyone at the table.
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