“Get your head down!” George shouted but lennie didn’t do a thing, George annoyed, shoved him under the murky water, they could hear the shouts getting closer and the dogs growling. A man said
“Where the hell did they get to?” another close to him said
“The dog’s ave lost the scent they musta went thru that ditch and off into the woods, no way we could get them now”
“Damn…… ok everyone back to the town for a head count then we can all go home, its getting late”
With these words saw George give a sigh of relief as he gently surfaced bringing lennie with him, George taking his hat began to wring out the water, lennie copying his movements did the same, George set his crease and made his way quietly up the bank of the ditch, peering over the edge he watched torch light and man slowly disappear toward weed under the setting sun, he turned back to lennie,
“Now why the hell did you touch that gals dress? Com’on you better have a good excuse or I’ll clobber ya!” Lennie was whimpering like a fearful puppy
“Honest George I dint mean no wrong, I jus wanted to feel her dress”
George yelled “why? Lennie? Hmm? What so good about that dress?” lennie cowered in his jacket his shoulders covering his cheeks
“It was so purty George, it was red colored and soft as a rabbit, you know how I likes rabbits George”
Seeing the glow in his face when he said it made George calm down, he remember who lennie was, he settled down do a smile
“Ya big lummox, one day your gonna get us some real trouble, but you’re my responsibility so we gotta stick close” lennie returned a half hearted grin still slightly frigtenened
“Ok George” George got up to look around once more, he spotted an old barn not far from the ditch they were in.
“Right com’on now we get us some shut-eye then try and get us some work, some place”
Lennie’s face lit up remembering what this all lead up to
“An I get to tend the rabbits George! Huh? Huh?”
“Yeah, yeah but we gotta get us a stake first” George replied
George and lennie had settled down in the old barn, its walls were white with paint peeling, the roof was held up by 3 beams across the top and toward the ground, the winds outside made the barn creak eerily and lennie was having trouble sleeping, the ground was scattered with straw and the only thing in the barn was some sacks, tools and a work bench, it was less a barn than a shed.
“George? George you asleep??”
“What?”
“George cant you do somethin’ about the wind?”
“No, now go to sleep, have to wake up early tomorra’” George said still half asleep
“Sorry George” lennie said, eventually the morning came.
“lennie! Lennie! Wake up! Com’on we gonna miss the damn bus!”
“ok George, ok” lennie said as he packed his bindle and sorted himself, and hurried off with George
They had gotten to the stop just in time, they paid their fare, and were on their way to get some work at
