Look acrost the river, Lennie, an' I'll tell you so you can almost see it... We gonna get a little place. We'll have a cow, an' we'll have maybe a pig an' chickens... an' down the flat we'll have a... little piece alfalfa...
George reached in his side pocket and brought out Carlson's Luger; snapped off the safety, and the hand and gun lay on the ground behind Lennie's back.
The little evening breeze blew over the clearing and the leaves rustled and the wind waves flow up the green pool.
For the rabbits. And I get to tend the rabbits... An' live on the fatta the lan'.
Go on, George. When we gonna do it?
Me an' you.
I thought you was mad at me, George.
You... an' me. Ever'body gonna be nice to you. Ain't gonna be no more trouble. Nobody gonna hurt nobody nor steal from em'
No, Lennie. I ain't mad. I never been mad, an' I ain't now. That's a thing I want ya to know.
Gonna do it soon.
And George raised the gun and steadied it, and he brought the muzzle of it close to the back of Lennie's head.
Sure, right now. I gotta. We gotta.
The voices came close now. George raised the gun and listened to the voices.
Le's do it now. Le's get the place now.
The hand shook violently, but his face set and his hand steadied.
George shivered and threw the gun away. He sat stiffly on the bank as the group burst into the clearing
He pulled the trigger. The crash of the shot rolled up the hills and rolled down again.
Lennie jarred, and then settled slowly forward to the sand, and he lay without quivering.
Slim led George into the entrance of the trail and up toward the highway.
I just done it.
You hadda, George. I swear you hadda. Come on with me. Me an' you'll go in an' get a drink.
How'd you do it?
Curley and Carlson looked after them.
Now what the hell ya suppose is eatin' them two guys?