It was a hundred-yard race, fair and square, Valentine said.
She smiled at him with her eyes, which were the prettiest Valentine had seen in a long time. Shed interviewed him about the cheating at the tournament, and theyd immediately hit it off. He had no idea where the relationship was going, or even if it was going anywhere, but the ride so far was enjoyable.
I know it looks like Rufus swindled the Greek, he explained, but the Greek went into the race with a gigantic edge, and he knew it.
An edge?
An advantage. The Greeks advantage was that no human being can outrun a horse. The Greek had to know that Rufus would level the playing field to make the race competitive. And thats exactly what Rufus did.
You still didnt answer my question. Did you know what Rufus was up to?
No. Valentine sensed Gloria didnt quite believe him. Normally it wouldnt have mattered, only shed been in his thoughts these last few days. So he added, Scouts honor.
She kissed him on the cheek. Good.
Here we go, said Zack.
The tiny screen on Zacks camera showed Rufus and Greased Lightning about to start their race. The horses jockey stood in his saddle, clutching his crop. Valentine had been the starter, and the audio on the camera played back his voice intoning, Take your marksGet readygo! and the shot of the starter pistol.
Greased Lightning bolted, the jockey gripping the reins for dear life. The horse was out of control, and by the time the jockey managed to stop and turn around, he was ninety yards down the field. By then, Rufus had reached the cone, spun around, and was heading for the finish line.
For the love of Christ, Valentine now said under his breath.
Whats wrong? Gloria asked.
Rufus tricked me.
But I didnt think anyone could trick you, Gloria said.
Valentine shook his head, realizing what Rufus had done. The sound of the starter pistol had put Greased Lightning into a frenzy, and prevented the jockey from trotting to the cone, turning around, and galloping back.
It happens, he said.
On the tiny screen, Rufus was huffing and puffing, his arms and legs working in unison, the horse coming up from behind like a runaway train. The ending was decided by inches, with Rufus throwing himself
over the finish line as Greased Lightning thundered past. Zack froze the frame, and everyone leaned forward to see Rufuss hand break the plane of the end zone before the horses nose did.
Rufus pounded the Greek on the back.
I win, Rufus said.
Professional gamblers did not take IOUs or personal checks. They dealt in cold hard cash, and the Greek had brought an enormous bag of money with him to the football field. As the Greek paid Rufus off, he looked at him pleadingly.
I want another chance, the Greek said.
There was weakness in his voice. Rufus glanced up from his counting.
Want to win your money back, huh?
The Greek nodded.
I didnt bust you, did I?
The Greek shook his head. I have more, he said.
Rufus pulled the drawstring tight on the bag and gave it some thought. Sweat had started pouring off his body right after the race had ended. Valentine had tried to get him to drink water, but hed refused.
Well, I used to be pretty good at Ping-Pong, Rufus said. How about this. Ill challenge anyone still playing in the tournament to a game of Ping-Pong, winner to reach twenty-one.
How much money are we talking about? the Greek asked.
Rufus pointed at the sack of money lying on the grass. That much. Interested?
The Greek smiled like hed found sunken treasure. Yeah, Im interested.
Ive got one stipulation, Rufus said. I supply the paddles. Your man can choose either one. If he wants to switch during the match, he can. I just dont want some guy showing up with one of those crazy rubber paddles that put so much spin on the ball that its impossible to hit back.
Im agreeable to that, the Greek said.
Tell Rufus not to go through with this, Gloria whispered in Valentines ear.
Why not?
Takarama is still playing in the tournament. I profiled him for my show the other day. He still practices table tennis three hours a day.
Shiego Takarama was a world table tennis champion whod retired to play tournament poker. He was still in tremendous shape, and Valentine envisioned him wiping up the floor with Rufus. He went over to Rufus and pulled him aside.
You dont want to go through with this, Valentine said.
Of course I do, Rufus replied.
But youre going to lose.
Tony, I can play Ping-Pong as good as the next fellow. Ive got a table in my basement that I play my granddaughters on.
But
Did you hear what the Greek said? He has money. Thats my money, Tony. The Greek is just holding it for me. Now, if youll excuse me, I have some business to take care of.
There was no stopping a man when he wanted to gamble. Rufus went up to the Greek and shook hands, sealing the deal. Shaking his head, Valentine returned to where Gloria stood with her cameraman. Hell never beat Takarama, he said.
A twinkle appeared in Glorias eye. So, you want to make a bet on that?