They called him Johnny Berlin and he had an instinct for cards...for trouble...for dames

He'd dealt at all the biggest tables in Reno and Vegas. He'd told the head of the gambling syndicate to go to hell - and repeated the message to his hired killers. He'd had women of every size, shape and color throw themselves at him.

That was Johnny Berlin. Who would've thought he'd find the dice loaded against him in a peanut-sized town off a back road in California? Who would have thought he's fall for a nice girl? And who would have thought he'd risk his life for her?

Nobody - least of all Johnny Berlin himself.