“Luck, what kind nickname is that if you do not mind me asking.â€? I had asked the local stranger.
“It was handed down by a man, a man who had given me a dollar for my troubles.â€? He said with a smirk of a smile.
“A dollar what good would a dollar do.â€? I had said.
“Oh my friend this is not any dollar, not the kind you find on your daily trips of life.â€?

He had not much to say after his final words.
Getting much out of him was harder then escaping your local jail cell, if you ask me I was sort of glad he had not talked much more. There was one thing I sure did want to know about was the dollar that he was given.

How could a man change his luck on a signal dollar?

“Well my good friend I must be on my way, I would like to give you something though.â€? He had held out his hands, he held out a silver looking coin.

I had not hesitated much more to grab the coin, once it laid in my hands the man in the suit was no were to be found.