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From
the
washroom
nearby
came
the
sound
of
running
water
and
rattling
basins
.
George
studied
the
cards
.
«
Maybe
we
oughtta
wash
up
,
"
he
said
.
«
But
we
ain
’
t
done
nothing
to
get
dirty
.
»
A
tall
man
stood
in
the
doorway
.
He
held
a
crushed
Stetson
hat
under
his
arm
while
he
combed
his
long
,
black
,
damp
hair
straight
back
.
Like
the
others
he
wore
blue
jeans
and
a
short
denim
jacket
.
When
he
had
finished
combing
his
hair
he
moved
into
the
room
,
and
he
moved
with
a
majesty
achieved
only
by
royalty
and
master
craftsmen
.
He
was
a
jerkline
skinner
,
the
prince
of
the
ranch
,
capable
of
driving
ten
,
sixteen
,
even
twenty
mules
with
a
single
line
to
the
leaders
.
He
was
capable
of
killing
a
fly
on
the
wheeler
’
s
butt
with
a
bull
whip
without
touching
the
mule
.
There
was
a
gravity
in
his
manner
and
a
quiet
so
profound
that
all
talk
stopped
when
he
spoke
.
His
authority
was
so
great
that
his
word
was
taken
on
any
subject
,
be
it
politics
or
love
.
This
was
Slim
,
the
jerkline
skinner
.
His
hatchet
face
was
ageless
.
He
might
have
been
thirty
-
five
or
fifty
.
His
ear
heard
more
than
was
said
to
him
,
and
his
slow
speech
had
overtones
not
of
thought
,
but
of
understanding
beyond
thought
.
His
hands
,
large
and
lean
,
were
as
delicate
in
their
action
as
those
of
a
temple
dancer
.
He
smoothed
out
his
crushed
hat
,
creased
it
in
the
middle
and
put
it
on
.
He
looked
kindly
at
the
two
in
the
bunk
house
.
«
It
’
s
brighter
’
n
a
bitch
outside
,
"
he
said
gently
.
«
Can
’
t
hardly
see
nothing
in
here
.
You
the
new
guys
?
»
«
Just
come
,
"
said
George
.
«
Gonna
buck
barley
?
»
«
That
’
s
what
the
boss
says
.
»
Slim
sat
down
on
a
box
across
the
table
from
George
.
He
studied
the
solitaire
hand
that
was
upside
down
to
him
.
«
Hope
you
get
on
my
team
,
"
he
said
.
His
voice
was
very
gentle
.
«
I
gotta
pair
of
punks
on
my
team
that
don
’
t
know
a
barley
bag
from
a
blue
ball
.
You
guys
ever
bucked
any
barley
?
»
«
Hell
,
yes
,
"
said
George
.
«
I
ain
’
t
nothing
to
scream
about
,
but
that
big
bastard
there
can
put
up
more
grain
alone
than
most
pairs
can
.
»
Lennie
,
who
had
been
following
the
conversation
back
and
forth
with
his
eyes
,
smiled
complacently
at
the
compliment
.
Slim
looked
approvingly
at
George
for
having
given
the
compliment
.
He
leaned
over
the
table
and
snapped
the
corner
of
a
loose
card
.
«
You
guys
travel
around
together
?
»
His
tone
was
friendly
.
It
invited
confidence
without
demanding
it
.
