Of Mice and Men-Weed

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Of Mice and Men – Chapter in Weed

A few kilometres west from the icy white tops of Mount Shasta, lay a small ranch deserted from civilisation for miles around. The sky was filled with the many colours of dusk not a cloud in sight just the beams of light from the sun. On the ranch six large well-built men sat around an unstable, wooden dining table, playing a game of cards. Money was scattered in the middle of the table along with four cards; a three, a ten and two jacks. “It’s your turn George,” said one of the men tapping his fingers rapidly on the table.

“I know I know John, gimme’ a chance… Right then, I call your ten and raise ya twenty,” replied George with a deep blank voice. John stopped his tapping and stared in shock at George. “What’s the matta’ John?” George said breaking the John’s silence.

“What? Erm… Nothing, I just errr… raise ya ten,” John replied taking a noticeable gulp.

“Whoa this is gettin’ inta’ big money!” bellowed another man sitting taking a puff of his pipe, adding to the already smoke filled room.

“Ye, both got good hands then?” Another man spoke out, slouching in an uncomfortable wooden chair.

“Good enough,” George responded in a confident manner, and then looked at John; his opponent.

Immediately after George looked at him, John answered “oh ye mine too, mine too.”

“Okay then, I’m all in,” George said to the amazement of every player. At this point a seventh man walked into the room, all the men turned to see who it was as the wooden door creaked open; he was an extremely large man who had a shapeless face and sloping shoulders, his appearances made him somewhat resemble a lumbering bear. There was a silence of disappointment as he walked in, then finally a man smoking his pipe breathed out a final puff of smoke and greeted the man, “heya Lennie!”

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Lennie coughed and then stuttered out “he, hello.”

“What d’ya want Lennie? I thought I told you to stay with the horses,” said George frustratingly.

“I know George, I got bored all alone and the horses were sleepy,” there was an awkward silence from the disappointment the Lennie was back. “Oooo! Two tens George that makes twenty!” Lennie blurted out as he got up close and look intently at George’s cards.

“Ahh man, Lennie, ya can’t jus shout out my hand like that! Go on get outta’ ere, go back to yar dumb horses!” barked George in anger.

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