[ John calls but doesn't raise, not wanting to push his luck before the turn. He's been gambling (and not even for the fun of it) a good part of the night and he's getting toward the bottom of his stack of meager chips. ]

Consider me the suspicious type and I'm still led to believe Sodder's okay and the advice's good. Not to say I wanna believe everything I read and anything I'm told, but for what time I've been here, nothin's contradicted it.

[ The next card's dealt and Blake gathers his cards together, shuffling them between his hands while he waits to see if Dale bets. ]

What's this about the owls, though? Haven't heard that.