Sit down, pull down up a chair and let me tell you the story of Houston Miller.
Houston Miller was a man of chance. He liked to bet on the long-shot and take it all home. He was easily swayed by games or bets but kept his own with a cunning savvy. Despite his old-country attitude and willingness to blow money on games of chance, Houston was what could be called a genius. He certainly didn't talk smart, no big words, but through hard work, natural talents and a few good books, Houston was a master of math, statistics and calculating chance. He'd think hard before taking a bet, run the calculations through his head fast as a computer but often went with whatever suited his fancy or just felt right.
He was hardly ever seen without his watch in his hand, an old pocket watch and highly engraved. The silver metal finish had been worn and faded by Houston's constant handling but it was no doubt valuable and it was the one thing in this world that Houston would not gamble with. He'd bet his dick before that watch.
Pretty much, Houston liked to gamble big, win big. He was a smart man but easily swayed into betting by promise or fancy. He was not easy to trick and could play mind games and smell a rigged bet with the best of them.
He was also technically the mayor of Bucket Town after the Revolution. However, during the second Bucket Town mayoral election, he was assassinated by fringe candidate Shane Blackman during a riot spurred by the death of Maria Gonzales, the town doctor.