George Milton sat, crossed legged, in a freight train compartment. Thoughts of Lennie flooded George's mind.
"When we gonna do it," exclaimed an ecstatic Lennie. "Gonna do it soon,"
replied George, eyes quickly glancing into the trees, "we gotta… I gotta… do it soon."
Raising the Lugar to Lennie's spinal cord, he took a deep breath and pulled the trigger.
Tears started rolling down his face. "Lennie," George choked. He buried his head between his legs and cried. The train came to a sudden halt. Picking up his bindle and cramming on his Stetson hat, George slowly made his way towards the door.
The door slid open with a crash. George stepped off the train. There, outside the train stood a tavern. George entered the tavern. Slowly, he made his way towards the stool at the far end of the bar. The legs scratched the wooden floor. He lowered himself onto the stool. More thoughts streamed through his head.
"George you gonna have ta leave," Slim exclaimed as he led George to the tracks, "Curley's gonna wanna kill you, he's ticked you were the one who killed Lennie." Sweat dripping down George's face he jumps on the train. "George," exclaimed Slim, "I hope you can, one day, be at peace."
"What 'ill be," grunted a voice. It startled George. "Ah… uh a beer," stuttered George. The bartender slid the frothing beverage down to George. He caught it and drank deeply from the mug. Swallowing the tears that threatened to burst out, he drained the beer.
"Whe' you headdin' from," grunted the bartender. "Salinas's valley," replied George, "lookin' for work." Suddenly the door of the bar slammed open and in came a tough looking man. He crossed the room in two long strides and sat on the stool beside George. "He's gonna be trouble," George thought bitterly. With a loud baritone voice, he shouts. "Gimme a beer." With shaking hands, the bartender filled the mug and passed it down the man. He caught the mug and drained it in one gulp. He slammed the mug on the table. It shattered. He turned and glared at George. "Whataya want?" He growls at George. "Nothing." George replies. The big man stood up and roared "You wanna go?" he pulled back his fist. Suddenly, the man fell on his back. He kept trying to get up, but always ended up sprawled on the floor. The man gave up and crawled on the door. The door opened as his body levitated off the floor. The unknown force threw him out of the bar. The door slammed shut after him. George sat there, his mouth open. He got up, paid the shocked bartender, and left. In the corner of the room sat a little boy. The boy smiled. "When I was alive, you took care of me. Now its my turn to watch over you." The boy laughed and disappeared.
