The slim six-footer at the bar had an unfamiliar face, but to the gamblers in Louisiana's Jefferson Parish, southwest of New Orleans, he looked like an all right guy. He thumbed his racing form with professional elan and flashed a horse-choking roll of bills when he placed a bet or got quarters for the slot machines. These were such solid credentials that the gamblers never bothered to ask who the stranger was.
Last week they were told for fair. "Gambling, widespread and important, is back at the old stands in Jefferson Parish!" cried the...
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