"A few miles south of Soledad, the Salinas River drops in close to the hillside bank and runs deep green."
"The first man was small and quick, dark of face, with restless eyes and sharp, strong features. Every part of him was defined: small, strong hands, slender arms, a thin and bony nose. Behind him walked his opposite, a huge man, shapeless of face, with large, pale eyes, and wide, sloping shoulders; and he walked heavily, dragging his feet a little, the way a bear drags his paws. His arms did not swing at his sides but hung loosely."
“Lennie!” he said sharply. “Lennie, for God’ sakes don’t drink so much.”
“You drink some, George. You take a good big drink.”
“There’s enough beans for four men,” George said.
The flame cracked up among the twigs and fell to work. George undid his bindle and brought out three cans of beans. He stood them about the fire, close in against the blaze, but not quite touching the flame. “
Lennie watched him from over the fire. He said patiently, “I like ‘em with ketchup.”
George became upset with Lennie wanting more than what they had. Lennie got sad at the way George looked and his tone of voice.
“George, you want I should go away and leave you alone?” "Where the hell could you go?” “Well, I could. I could go off in the hills there. Someplace I’d find a cave.” “Yeah? How’d you eat? You ain’t got sense enough to find nothing to eat.” “I’d find things, George. I don’t need no nice food with ketchup. I’d lay outin the sun and nobody’d hurt me. An’ if I foun’ a mouse, I could keep it. Nobody’d take it away from me.”
Up the hill from the river a coyote yammered, and a dog answered from the other side of the stream. The sycamore leaves whispered in a little night breeze.