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"
What
do
you
mean
,
you
won
’
t
?
It
’
s
an
order
!
"
"
I
won
’
t
do
it
.
"
Brent
’
s
voice
had
the
firmness
of
certainty
unclouded
by
any
emotion
.
"
Are
you
refusing
to
obey
an
order
?
"
"
I
am
.
"
"
But
you
have
no
right
to
refuse
!
And
I
’
m
not
going
to
argue
about
it
,
either
.
It
’
s
what
I
’
ve
decided
,
it
’
s
my
responsibility
and
I
’
m
not
asking
for
your
opinion
.
Your
job
is
to
take
my
orders
.
"
"
Will
you
give
me
that
order
in
writing
?
"
"
Why
,
God
damn
you
,
are
you
hinting
that
you
don
’
t
trust
me
?
Are
you
.
.
.
?
"
"
Why
do
you
have
to
go
to
Fairmount
,
Dave
?
Why
can
’
t
you
telephone
them
about
that
Diesel
,
if
you
think
that
they
have
one
?
"
"
You
’
re
not
going
to
tell
me
how
to
do
my
job
!
You
’
re
not
going
to
sit
there
and
question
me
!
You
’
re
going
to
keep
your
trap
shut
and
do
as
you
’
re
told
or
I
’
ll
give
you
a
chance
to
talk
—
to
the
Unification
Board
!
"
It
was
hard
to
decipher
emotions
on
Brent
’
s
cowboy
face
,
but
Mitchum
saw
something
that
resembled
a
look
of
incredulous
horror
;
only
it
was
horror
at
some
sight
of
his
own
,
not
at
the
words
,
and
it
had
no
quality
of
fear
,
not
the
kind
of
fear
Mitchum
had
hoped
for
.
