Lucky Bones

Every man who ever dug the bog for the pot is still down there. One of them got back up. He kept the hat, he kept the count, and he is not done collecting.

I was a man with a deed and a debt. The bog took the deed. I'm still working on the debt. Mind the step; it's wet.Lucky Bones

One pot. One rainbow. One lifetime. He spent all three, and the bog gave one of them back. Put it back. He counts.

The door stays shut until they say otherwise.

Lucky Bones

You're through the door.

The shelf

Every piece of Lucky Bones, in the order it opens. A face-up card is ready to look at. A face-down card is still in the pot.

The rooms

dealt: opens with the site in hand: ready for key holders now in the pot: still being made

The ledger

One line per room: what it is, what it holds, and where it stands. The same list the cards are dealt from.

Hour	Room	Holds	Stands	Note