Leave it to Cooper to bring Gandhi into it. "The first problem," Harry muses, "is that towns don't have collars. I haven't really thought it through any farther than that."

He slumps back in the chair, dragging the beer with him; it's no longer freezing to the touch, and he balances it on his knee. "How about you, Coop? Was today one of your days down in Colville?"