"No one’s ever going to forget Gresham," Laura said. "They never forget what they can’t have.... We’d better get hold of that company." She looked around the table as they sat in the flickering television dimness. "Don’t you see it? Iron Camels—the Jonathan Gresham Look. Every would-be tough guy and rugged individualist and biker lunatic on this planet is gonna want one for himself. In six months Arizona will be full of guys in nylon tagelmousts breaking their necks." She propped her head in her hands. "And there’s not a damn thing he can do about that ."