Curley and Carlson looked after them. And Carlson said, "Now what the hell ya suppose is eatin' them two guys?"
Carlson walked over to stand by Curley. He nudged Lenny's arm with his foot. It flopped limply back into place.
"What we gonna do with the son-of-a-bitch?"
"Whatcha ya mean, do?"
Carlson shrugged. "He can't jus' lay 'ere and rot, can he?"
"The bastard went an' killt' my wife! He don't deserve no better than ta rot."
With that, Curley strode off towards the bunk houses.
~~~****~~~
George placed his head in his hands, staring at his glass of whiskey. He could not believe what he'd done.
"There wasn't any other way," Slim said quietly.
George jerked his head up and glared at Slim, then quickly looked away. That shut Slim up. Tears shone in George's eyes. It didn't matter that he had to, George had killed the closest person that he had to family. Now he was just another man bucking barley. He was on his own.
Susy's girls sat quietly, watching the scene with questioning eyes. One girl walked over to them.
"He alright?" she asked.
"You ain't gotta talk like I can't hear nothin'," George said angrily, standing up and stalking off towards the door. "I can't take no more o' this!"
Candy nearly bumped into him.
"George! George get a hold of yourself!" Candy grabbed him by the arm with his one good hand.
"Lemme go, Candy," George growled.
Slim took him by the other arm. Glancing at the open door, George saw Crooks. They were here to do business. They wanted to have their own place and they waned to leave now.
"Alright," George said. "We're going. We're going to get our own place where ain't nobody gonna bother us and we're gonna get those rabbits and take care of 'em jus' like Lenny would've an it's gonna be just like we talked about. An' we're gonna live off the fat o' the land. Get yer stuff. We're gonna leave tonight."
~~~THE END~~~