As he walks around the casino floor at the Carson Valley Inn, Mike Pegram looks and acts like just another customer — someone ready to play a few hands at the tables, hoping his luck and his money hold out long enough so that he can enjoy a couple of Coors Lights on the house. Or maybe he's heading to the coffee shop, where you can get an awfully good meal for $7.99. He's dressed as he's always dressed, in jeans and a comfortable shirt off the rack at Sears, or some place like that. A couple of times he stops to chat with someone. Always with a smile on his face, he seems to know everyone in the place and everyone knows him. Never is he Mr. Pegram. Always just Mike. That's what you see on the outside, the cover to the book on Pegram. Don't let him fool you.
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