Excerpt: Exactly twenty minutes after young Benton dismounted from his big rangy black before the door of a low adobe saloon that fronted upon one of the narrow crooked streets of old Las Vegas, he glanced into the eyes of the thin-lipped croupier and laughed. You’ve got ‘em. Seventy-four good old Texas dollars. He held up a coin between his thumb and forefinger…. James B. Hendryx was an author and script writer of western adventures. Many of his famous novels and short stories were adapted into early films.