Атлант расправил плечи
The Moratorium on Brains
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"Butyouhavenorighttoquit,yougoddamnbastard!Don’tyouknowthat?Don’tyouknowthatI’llhaveyouthrowninjailforit?"
"Ifyouwanttosendthesheriffformeinthemorning,I’llbeathome.Iwon’ttrytoescape.There’snoplacetogo."
DaveMitchumwassix-foot-twoandhadthebuildofabruiser,buthestoodshakingwithfuryandterroroverthedelicatefigureofBillBrent."Youcan’tquit!There’salawagainstit!I’vegotalaw!Youcan’twalkoutonme!Iwon’tletyouout!Iwon’tletyouleavethisbuildingtonight!"
Brentwalkedtothedoor."Willyourepeatthatorderyougaveme,infrontoftheothers?No?ThenIwill!"
Ashepulledthedooropen,Mitchum’sfistshotout,smashedintohisfaceandknockedhimdown.
Thetrainmasterandtheroadforemanstoodintheopendoorway.
"Hequit!"screamedMitchum."Theyellowbastardquitatatimelikethis!He’salaw-breakerandacoward!"
Inthesloweffortofrisingfromthefloor,throughthehazeofbloodrunningintohiseyes,BillBrentlookedupatthetwomen.Hesawthattheyunderstood,buthesawtheclosedfacesofmenwhodidnotwanttounderstand,didnotwanttointerfereandhatedhimforputtingthemonthespotinthenameofjustice.Hesaidnothing,rosetohisfeetandwalkedoutofthebuilding.
Mitchumavoidedlookingattheothers.
