…while covered in bacon

Anderson rubbed a hand through his close-cropped hair, wiping away the embarrassment and lingering anger his wry half-grin couldn’t quite deny. “Well,” he admitted, “Yeah, Preston’s smarter and better educated than I am. And Conrad’s bigger than I am, and Cass knows the language better than I do. And Jonnie can take a man’s arm off with a machete at twenty paces. Any one of them could run rings around me, physically, sure.┬áBut there’s a reason I’m in charge and they’re not.

“Not one of those screwups could convince a pack of dogs to follow them through a door.”