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"I ain't doing nothing," he said. "Just come to look at my puppy. And I seen your light,"
"You got no right to come in my room. This here's my room. Nobody got any right in here but me."
Crooks, the Negro stable buck, had his bunk in a little shed that leaned off the wall of the barn. On one side of the little room there was a square four-paned window, and on the other, a narrow plank door leading into the barn. Crooks' bunk was a long box filled with straw, on which his blankets were flung. On the wall by the window there were pegs; strips of new leather; and under the window itself a little bench for leather-working tools, curved knives and needles and balls of linen thread, and a small hand riveter.
Crooks sat on his bunk and looked at the door for a moment, and then he reached for the liniment bottle. He pulled out his shirt in back, poured a little liniment in his pink palm, and , reaching around, he fell slowly rubbing his back
Noiselessly Lennie appeared in the open doorway and stood there looking in. Crooks did not see him, but on raising his eyes he stiffened and a scowl came on his face. Lennie smiled helplessly in an attempt to make friends. Crooks said sharply, "You got no right to come in my room. Nobody got any right in here but me." Lennie's smile grew more fawning. "I ain't doing nothing," he said. "Just come to look at my puppy. And I seen your light," he explained. "Well, I got a right to have a light. You go on get outa my room. You ain't wanted in my room." "Why ain't you wanted?" Lennie asked.
"George says we're gonna have alfalfa for the rabbits." "What rabbits?" "We're gonna have rabbits an' a berry patch." "You're nuts." "We are too. You ast George." "You're nuts." Crooks was scornful. "I seen hundreds of men come by on the road an' on the ranches, with their bindles on their back an' that same damn thing in their heads. Hunderds of them. They come, an' they quit an' go on; an' every damn one of 'em's got a little piece of land in his head. An' never a God damn one of 'em ever gets it. Just like heaven. Everybody wants a little piece of lan'.
Candy's voice answered. "Slim went in town. Say, you seen Lennie?" "Ya mean the big guy?" "Yeah. Seen him around any place?" "He's in here," Crooks said shortly. He went back to his bunk and lay down. Candy stood in the doorway scratching his bald wrist and looking blindly into the lighted room. He made no attempt to enter. "Tell ya what, Lennie. I been figuring out about them rabbits." Crooks said irritably, "You can come in if you want." Candy seemed embarrassed. "I do' know. 'Course, if ya want me to." "Come on in."
"You say you got the money?" "Damn right. We got most of it. Just a little bit more to get. Have it all in one month". He hesitated. "...If you... guys would awant a hand to work for nothing- just his keep, why I'd come an' lend a hand. I ain't so crippled I can't work like a son-of-a bitch if I want to." "You got no rights comin' in a colored man's room. Now you jus' get out, an' get out quick. " She turned on him in scorn. "Listen, Nigger," she said. "You know what I can do to you if you open your trap?" Crooks stared hopelessly at her
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