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George
laid
down
his
cards
thoughtfully
,
turned
his
piles
of
three
.
He
built
four
clubs
on
his
ace
pile
.
The
sun
square
was
on
the
floor
now
,
and
the
flies
whipped
through
it
like
sparks
.
A
sound
of
jingling
harness
and
the
croak
of
heavy
-
laden
axles
sounded
from
outside
.
From
the
distance
came
a
clear
call
.
«
Stable
buck
—
ooh
,
sta
-
able
buck
!
»
And
then
,
«
Where
the
hell
is
that
God
damn
nigger
?
»
George
stared
at
his
solitaire
lay
,
and
then
he
flounced
the
cards
together
and
turned
around
to
Lennie
.
Lennie
was
lying
down
on
the
bunk
watching
him
.
«
Look
,
Lennie
!
This
here
ain
’
t
no
setup
.
I
’
m
scared
.
You
gonna
have
trouble
with
that
Curley
guy
.
I
seen
that
kind
before
.
He
was
kinda
feelin
’
you
out
.
He
figures
he
’
s
got
you
scared
and
he
’
s
gonna
take
a
sock
at
you
the
first
chance
he
gets
.
»
Lennie
’
s
eyes
were
frightened
.
«
I
don
’
t
want
no
trouble
,
"
he
said
plaintively
.
«
Don
’
t
let
him
sock
me
,
George
.
»
George
got
up
and
went
over
to
Lennie
’
s
bunk
and
sat
down
on
it
.
«
I
hate
that
kinda
bastard
,
"
he
said
.
«
I
seen
plenty
of
‘
em
.
Like
the
old
guy
says
,
Curley
don
’
t
take
no
chances
.
He
always
wins
.
»
He
thought
for
a
moment
.
«
If
he
tangles
with
you
,
Lennie
,
we
’
re
gonna
get
the
can
.
Don
’
t
make
no
mistake
about
that
.
He
’
s
the
boss
’
s
son
.
Look
,
Lennie
.
You
try
to
keep
away
from
him
,
will
you
?
Don
’
t
never
speak
to
him
.
If
he
comes
in
here
you
move
clear
to
the
other
side
of
the
room
.
Will
you
do
that
,
Lennie
?
»
«
I
don
’
t
want
no
trouble
,
"
Lennie
mourned
.
«
I
never
done
nothing
to
him
.
»
«
Well
,
that
won
’
t
do
you
no
good
if
Curley
wants
to
plug
himself
up
for
a
fighter
.
Just
don
’
t
have
nothing
to
do
with
him
.
Will
you
remember
?
»
«
Sure
,
George
.
I
ain
’
t
gonna
say
a
word
.
»
The
sound
of
the
approaching
grain
teams
was
louder
,
thud
of
big
hooves
on
hard
ground
,
drag
of
brakes
and
the
jingle
of
trace
chains
.
Men
were
calling
back
and
forth
from
the
teams
.
George
,
sitting
on
the
bunk
beside
Lennie
,
frowned
as
he
thought
.
Lennie
asked
timidly
,
«
You
ain
’
t
mad
,
George
?
»
«
I
ain
’
t
mad
at
you
.
I
’
m
mad
at
this
here
Curley
bastard
.
I
hoped
we
was
gonna
get
a
little
stake
together
—
maybe
a
hundred
dollars
.
»
His
tone
grew
decisive
.
«
You
keep
away
from
Curley
,
Lennie
.
»
