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           "

           "Whatdoyoumean,no?"

           "Iwon’tdoit."

           "Whatdoyoumean,youwon’t?It’sanorder!"

           "Iwon’tdoit."Brent’svoicehadthefirmnessofcertaintyuncloudedbyanyemotion.

           "Areyourefusingtoobeyanorder?"

           "Iam."

           "Butyouhavenorighttorefuse!AndI’mnotgoingtoargueaboutit,either.It’swhatI’vedecided,it’smyresponsibilityandI’mnotaskingforyouropinion.Yourjobistotakemyorders."

           "Willyougivemethatorderinwriting?"

           "Why,Goddamnyou,areyouhintingthatyoudon’ttrustme?Areyou...?"

           "WhydoyouhavetogotoFairmount,Dave?Whycan’tyoutelephonethemaboutthatDiesel,ifyouthinkthattheyhaveone?"

           "You’renotgoingtotellmehowtodomyjob!You’renotgoingtositthereandquestionme!You’regoingtokeepyourtrapshutanddoasyou’retoldorI’llgiveyouachancetotalk—totheUnificationBoard!"

           ItwashardtodecipheremotionsonBrent’scowboyface,butMitchumsawsomethingthatresembledalookofincreduloushorror;onlyitwashorroratsomesightofhisown,notatthewords,andithadnoqualityoffear,notthekindoffearMitchumhadhopedfor.