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There
were
cans
of
saddle
soap
and
a
drippy
can
of
tar
with
its
paint
brush
sticking
over
the
edge
.
And
scattered
about
the
floor
were
a
number
of
personal
possessions
;
for
,
being
alone
,
Crooks
could
leave
his
things
about
,
and
being
a
stable
buck
and
a
cripple
,
he
was
more
permanent
than
the
other
men
,
and
he
had
accumulated
more
possessions
than
he
could
carry
on
his
back
.
Crooks
possessed
several
pairs
of
shoes
,
a
pair
of
rubber
boots
,
a
big
alarm
clock
and
a
single
-
barreled
shotgun
.
And
he
had
books
,
too
;
a
tattered
dictionary
and
a
mauled
copy
of
the
California
civil
code
for
1905
.
There
were
battered
magazines
and
a
few
dirty
books
on
a
special
shelf
over
his
bunk
.
A
pair
of
large
gold
-
rimmed
spectacles
hung
from
a
nail
on
the
wall
above
his
bed
.
This
room
was
swept
and
fairly
neat
,
for
Crooks
was
a
proud
,
aloof
man
.
He
kept
his
distance
and
demanded
that
other
people
keep
theirs
.
His
body
was
bent
over
to
the
left
by
his
crooked
spine
,
and
his
eyes
lay
deep
in
his
head
,
and
because
of
their
depth
seemed
to
glitter
with
intensity
.
His
lean
face
was
lined
with
deep
black
wrinkles
,
and
he
had
thin
,
pain
-
tightened
lips
which
were
lighter
than
his
face
.
It
was
Saturday
night
.
Through
the
open
door
that
led
into
the
barn
came
the
sound
of
moving
horses
,
of
feet
stirring
,
of
teeth
champing
on
hay
,
of
the
rattle
of
halter
chains
.
In
the
stable
buck
’
s
room
a
small
electric
globe
threw
a
meager
yellow
light
.
Crooks
sat
on
his
bunk
.
His
shirt
was
out
of
his
jeans
in
back
.
In
one
hand
he
held
a
bottle
of
liniment
,
and
with
the
other
he
rubbed
his
spine
.
Now
and
then
he
poured
a
few
drops
of
the
liniment
into
his
pink
-
palmed
hand
and
reached
up
under
his
shirt
to
rub
again
.
He
flexed
his
muscles
against
his
back
and
shivered
.
Noiselessly
Lennie
appeared
in
the
open
doorway
and
stood
there
looking
in
,
his
big
shoulders
nearly
filling
the
opening
.
For
a
moment
Crooks
did
not
see
him
,
but
on
raising
his
eyes
he
stiffened
and
a
scowl
came
on
his
face
.
His
hand
came
out
from
under
his
shirt
.
Lennie
smiled
helplessly
in
an
attempt
to
make
friends
.
Crooks
said
sharply
,
«
You
got
no
right
to
come
in
my
room
.
This
here
’
s
my
room
.
Nobody
got
any
right
in
here
but
me
.
»
Lennie
gulped
and
his
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
.
I
ain
’
t
wanted
in
the
bunk
house
,
and
you
ain
’
t
wanted
in
my
room
.
»
