"Ideas not like me... aye, that's a good slant on it. He's going to know I'll retaliate soon but he's got his boys on the watch for me I'll betchya..." Slater went to stroke his mustache again, took a second thought and stopped. With a little sigh he looked to his daughter, still smiling but only slightly. "I'm thinking... I need to change my ways. Me looks. Fisher'll be prepared for me but not for a different man..." His clothes were too pristine to change, that wouldn't be enough. His hair was not going to be cut. All that was left was...
Nah, he couldn't. "And if I can't get to him then the boy won't know a different face.."