I'd almost been middleweight champion of the world. But then some
doctors told me my heart was no good--from now on everything must be
slow and easy; no emotion. Keep your heart locked up. Smile at
everything. Play poker all your life.
That was just how I happened to go wrong. I found out that if I worked
out slowly, I could still ride a horse, even climb a mountain. All I had
to watch were my nerves. Every time I got a nerve shock, my heart went
smash. But at the end of three months you could curse me, threaten me,
pull a gun on me. It made no difference. I could keep those nerves as
steady as a ticking clock.
I still had my fighting nature, but instead of using my fists, I learned
to use a gun. And to make money I learned to play poker. I was good at
both. My face was like ice, my nerves were steel, my hands were fast.
With a gun on my hip, I wasn't afraid of anything.