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‘Time to shit or get off the pot.
‘Slippery slope,’ Reacher said. ‘I carry a spare shirt, pretty soon I’m carrying spare pants. Then I’d need a suitcase. Next thing I know, I’ve got a house and a car and a savings plan and I’m filling out all kinds of forms.’
Nothing very fair about hunting a deer by hiding a hundred yards away behind a tree with a box of high velocity bullets. He figured it would be much more sporting to strap on a set of antlers and go at it head to head. That would give the poor dumb animal an even chance.
