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Candy came in, but he was still embarrassed, “You got a nice cozy little place in here, ” he said to Crooks. “Must be nice to have a room all to yourself this way. ”

“Sure, ” said Crooks. “And a manure pile under the window. Sure, it’s swell. ”

Lennie broke in, “You said about them rabbits. ”

Candy leaned against the wall beside the broken collar while he scratched the wrist stump. “I been here a long time, ” he said. “An’ Crooks been here a long time. This’s the first time I ever been in his room. ”

Crooks said darkly, “Guys don’t come into a colored man’s room very much. Nobody been here but Slim. Slim an’ the boss. ”

Candy quickly changed the subject. “Slim’s as good a skinner as I ever seen. ”

Lennie leaned toward the old swamper. “About them rabbits, ” he insisted.

Candy smiled. “I got it figured out. We can make some money on them rabbits if we go about it right. ”

“But I get to tend ‘em, ” Lennie broke in. “George says I get to tend ‘em. He promised. ”

Crooks interrupted brutally. “You guys is just kiddin’ yourself. You’ll talk about it a hell of a lot, but you won’t get no land. You’ll be a swamper here till they take you out in a box. Hell, I seen too many guys. Lennie here’ll quit an’ be on the road in two, three weeks. Seems like ever’ guy got land in his head. ”

Candy rubbed his cheek angrily. “You God damn right we’re gonna do it. George says we are. We got the money right now. ”

“Yeah? ” said Crooks. “An’ where’s George now? In town in a whorehouse. That’s where your money’s goin’. Jesus, I seen it happen too many times. I seen too many guys with land in their head. They never get none under their hand. ”

Candy cried, “Sure they all want it. Everybody wants a little bit of land, not much. Jus’ som’thin’ that was his. Som’thin’ he could live on and there couldn’t nobody throw him off of it. I never had none. I planted crops for damn near ever’body in this state, but they wasn’t my crops, and when I harvested ‘em, it wasn’t none of my harvest. But we gonna do it now, and don’t you make no mistake about that. George ain’t got the money in town. That money’s in the bank. Me an’ Lennie an’ George. We gonna have a room to ourself. We’re gonna have a dog an’ rabbits an’ chickens. We’re gonna have green corn an’ maybe a cow or a goat. ” He stopped, overwhelmed with his picture.

Crooks asked, “You say you got the money? ”

“Damn right. We got most of it. Just a little bit more to get. Have it all in one month. George got the land all picked out, too. ”

Crooks reached around and explored his spine with his hand. “I never seen a guy really do it, ” he said. “I seen guys nearly crazy with loneliness for land, but ever’ time a whore house or a blackjack game took what it takes. ” He hesitated. “.... If you.... guys would want a hand to work for nothing — just his keep, why I’d come an’ lend a hand. I ain’t so crippled I can’t work like a son-of-a-bitch if I want to. ”

“Any you boys seen Curley? ”

They swung their heads toward the door. Looking in was Curley’s wife. Her face was heavily made up. Her lips were slightly parted. She breathed strongly, as though she had been running.

“Curley ain’t been here, ” Candy said sourly.

She stood still in the doorway, smiling a little at them, rubbing the nails of one hand with the thumb and forefinger of the other. And her eyes traveled from one face to another. “They left all the weak ones here, ” she said finally. “Think I don’t know where they all went? Even Curley. I know where they all went. ”

Lennie watched her, fascinated; but Candy and Crooks were scowling down away from her eyes. Candy said, “Then if you know, why you want to ast us where Curley is at? ”

She regarded them amusedly. “Funny thing, ” she said. “If I catch any one man, and he’s alone, I get along fine with him. But just let two of the guys get together an’ you won’t talk. Jus’ nothing but mad. ” She dropped her fingers and put her hands on her hips. “You’re all scared of each other, that’s what. Ever’ one of you’s scared the rest is goin’ to get something on you. ”

After a pause Crooks said, “Maybe you better go along to your own house now. We don’t want no trouble. ”

“Well, I ain’t giving you no trouble. Think I don’t like to talk to somebody ever’ once in a while? Think I like to stick in that house alla time? ”

Candy laid the stump of his wrist on his knee and rubbed it gently with his hand. He said accusingly, “You gotta husban’. You got no call foolin’ aroun’ with other guys, causin’ trouble. ”

The girl flared up. “Sure I gotta husban’. You all seen him. Swell guy, ain’t he? Spends all his time sayin’ what he’s gonna do to guy she don’t like, and he don’t like nobody. Think I’m gonna stay in that two-by-four house and listen how Curley’s gonna lead with his left twicet, and then bring in the ol’ right cross? ‘One-two, ’ he says. ‘Jus’ the ol’ one-two an’ he’ll go down. ’” She paused and her face lost its sullenness and grew interested. “Say — what happened to Curley’s han’? ”

There was an embarrassed silence. Candy stole a look at Lennie. Then he coughed. “Why.... Curley.... he got his han’ caught in a machine, ma’am. Bust his han’. ”

She watched for a moment, and then she laughed. “Baloney! What you think you’re sellin’ me? Curley started som’pin’ he didn’ finish. Caught in a machine — baloney! Why, he ain’t give nobody the good ol’ one-two since he got his han’ bust. Who bust him? ”

Candy repeated sullenly, “Got it caught in a machine. ”

“Awright, ” she said contemptuously. “Awright, cover ‘im up if ya wanta. Whatta I care? You bindle bums think you’re so damn good. Whatta ya think I am, a kid? I tell ya I could of went with shows. Not jus’ one, neither. An’ a guy tol’ me he could put me in pitchers.... ” She was breathless with indignation. “—Sat’iday night. Ever’body out doin’ som’pin’. Ever’body! An’ what am I doin’? Standin’ here talkin’ to a bunch of bindle stiffs — a nigger an’ a dum-dum and a lousy ol’ sheep — an’ likin’ it because they ain’t nobody else. ”

Lennie watched her, his mouth half open. Crooks had retired into the terrible protective dignity of the Negro. But a change came over old Candy. He stood up suddenly and knocked his nail keg over backward. “I had enough, ” he said angrily. “You ain’t wanted here. We told you you ain’t. An’ I tell ya, you got floozy idears about what us guys amounts to. You ain’t got sense enough in that chicken head to even see that we ain’t stiffs. S’pose you get us canned. S’pose you do. You think we’ll hit the highway an’ look for another lousy two-bit job like this. You don’t know that we got our own ranch to go to, an’ our own house. We ain’t got to stay here. We gotta house and chickens an’ fruit trees an’ a place a hunderd time prettier than this. An’ we got fren’s, that’s what we got. Maybe there was a time when we was scared of gettin’ canned, but we ain’t no more. We got our own lan’, and it’s ours, an’ we c’n go to it. ”

Curley’s wife laughed at him. “Baloney, ” she said. “I seen too many you guys. If you had two bits in the worl’, why you’d be in gettin’ two shots of corn with it and suckin’ the bottom of the glass. I know you guys. ”

Candy’s face had grown redder and redder, but before she was done speaking, he had control of himself. He was the master of the situation. “I might of knew, ” he said gently. “Maybe you just better go along an’ roll your hoop. We ain’t got nothing to say to you at all. We know what we got, and we don’t care whether you know it or not. So maybe you better jus’ scatter along now, ‘cause Curley maybe ain’t gonna like his wife out in the barn with us ‘bindle stiffs. ’”

She looked from one face to another, and they were all closed against her. And she looked longest at Lennie, until he dropped his eyes in embarrassment. Suddenly she said, “Where’d you get them bruises on your face? ”

Lennie looked up guiltily. “Who — me? ”

“Yeah, you. ”

Lennie looked to Candy for help, and then he looked at his lap again. “He got his han’ caught in a machine, ” he said.

Curley’s wife laughed. “O. K., Machine. I’ll talk to you later. I like machines. ”

Candy broke in. “You let this guy alone. Don’t you do no messing aroun’ with him. I’m gonna tell George what you says. George won’t have you messin’ with Lennie. ”

“Who’s George? ” she asked. “The little guy you come with? ”

Lennie smiled happily. “That’s him, ” he said. “That’s the guy, an’ he’s gonna let me tend the rabbits. ”

“Well, if that’s all you want, I might get a couple rabbits myself. ”

Crooks stood up from his bunk and faced her. “I had enough, ” he said coldly. “You got no rights comin’ in a colored man’s room. You got no rights messing around in here at all. Now you jus’ get out, an’ get out quick. If you don’t, I’m gonna ast the boss not to ever let you come in the barn no more. ”

She turned on him in scorn. “Listen, Nigger, ” she said. “You know what I can do to you if you open your trap? ”

Crooks stared hopelessly at her, and then he sat down on his bunk and drew into himself.

She closed on him. “You know what I could do? ”

Crooks seemed to grow smaller, and he pressed himself against the wall. “Yes, ma’am. ”

“Well, you keep your place then, Nigger. I could get you strung upon a tree so easy it ain’t even funny. ”

Crooks had reduced himself to nothing. There was no personality, no ego — nothing to arouse either like or dislike. He said, “Yes, ma’am, ” and his voice was toneless.

For a moment she stood over him as though waiting for him to move so that she could whip at him again; but Crooks sat perfectly still, his eyes averted, everything that might be hurt drawn in. She turned at last to the other two.

Old Candy was watching her, fascinated. “If you was to do that, we’d tell, ” he said quietly. “We’d tell about you framin’ Crooks. ”

“Tell an’ be damned, ” she cried. “Nobody’d listen to you, an’ you know it. Nobody’d listen to you. ”

Candy subsided. “No.... ” he agreed. “Nobody’d listen to us. ”

Lennie whined, “I wisht George was here. I wisht George was here. ”

Candy stepped over to him. “Don’t you worry none, ” he said. “I jus’ heard the guys comin’ in. George’ll be in the bunk house right now, I bet. ” He turned to Curley’s wife. “You better go home now, ” he said quietly. “If you go right now, we won’t tell Curley you was here. ”

She appraised him coolly. “I ain’t sure you heard nothing. ”

“Better not take no chances, ” he said. “If you ain’t sure, you better take the safe way. ”

She turned to Lennie. “I’m glad you bust up Curley a little bit. He got it comin’ to him. Sometimes I’d like to bust him myself. ” She slipped out the door and disappeared into the dark barn. And while she went through the barn, the halter chains rattled, and some horses snorted and some stamped their feet.

Crooks seemed to come slowly out of the layers of protection he had put on. “Was that the truth what you said about the guys come back? ” he asked.

“Sure. I heard ‘em. ”

“Well, I didn’t hear nothing. ”

“The gate banged, ” Candy said, and he went on, “Jesus Christ, Curley’s wife can move quiet. I guess she had a lot of practice, though. ”

Crooks avoided the whole subject now. “Maybe you guys better go, ” he said. “I ain’t sure I want you in here no more. A colored man got to have some rights even if he don’t like ‘em. ”

Candy said, “That bitch didn’t ought to of said that to you. ”

“It wasn’t nothing, ” Crooks said dully. “You guys comin’ in an’ settin’ made me forget. What she says is true. ”

The horses snorted out in the barn and the chains rang and a voice called, “Lennie. Oh, Lennie. You in the barn? ”

“It’s George, ” Lennie cried. And he answered, “Here, George. I’m right in here. ”

In a second George stood framed in the door, and he looked disapprovingly about. “What you doin’ in Crooks’ room? You hadn’t ought to be here. ”

Crooks nodded. “I tol’ ‘em, but they come in anyways. ”

“Well, why’n’t you kick ‘em out? ”

“I di’n’t care much, ” said Crooks. “Lennie’s a nice fella. ”

Now Candy aroused himself. “Oh, George! I been figurin’ and figurin’. I got it doped out how we can even make some money on them rabbits. ”

George scowled. “I thought I tol’ you not to tell nobody about that. ”

Candy was crestfallen. “Didn’t tell nobody but Crooks. ”

George said, “Well you guys get outa here. Jesus, seems like I can’t go away for a minute. ”

Candy and Lennie stood up and went toward the door. Crooks called, “Candy! ”

“Huh? ”

“’Member what I said about hoein’ and doin’ odd jobs? ”

“Yeah, ” said Candy. “I remember. ”

“Well, jus’ forget it, ” said Crooks. “I didn’t mean it. Jus’ foolin’. I wouldn’ want to go no place like that. ”

“Well, O. K., if you feel like that. Good night. ”

The three men went out of the door. As they went through the barn the horses snorted and the halter chains rattled.

Crooks sat on his bunk and looked at the door for a moment, and then he reached for the liniment bottle. He pulled out his shirt in back, poured a little liniment in his pink palm and, reaching around, he fell slowly to rubbing his back.

Tne end of the great barn was piled high with new hay and over the pile hung the four-taloned Jackson fork suspended from its pulley. The hay came down like a mountain slope to the other end of the barn, and there was a level place as yet unfilled with the new crop. At the sides the feeding racks were visible, and between the slats the heads of horses could be seen.

It was Sunday afternoon. The resting horses nibbled the remaining wisps of hay, and they stamped their feet and they bit the wood of the mangers and rattled the halter chains. The afternoon sun sliced in through the cracks of the barn walls and lay in bright lines on the hay. There was the buzz of flies in the air, the lazy afternoon humming.

From outside came the clang of horseshoes on the playing peg and the shouts of men, playing, encouraging, jeering. But in the barn it was quiet and humming and lazy and warm.

Only Lennie was in the barn, and Lennie sat in the hay beside a packing case under a manger in the end of the barn that had not been filled with hay. Lennie sat in the hay and looked at a little dead puppy that lay in front of him. Lennie looked at it for a long time, and then he put out his huge hand and stroked it, stroked it clear from one end to the other.

And Lennie said softly to the puppy, “Why do you got to get killed? You ain’t so little as mice. I didn’t bounce you hard. ” He bent the pup’s head up and looked in its face, and he said to it, “Now maybe George ain’t gonna let me tend no rabbits, if he fin’s out you got killed. ”

He scooped a little hollow and laid the puppy in it and covered it over with hay, out of sight; but he continued to stare at the mound he had made. He said, “This ain’t no bad thing like I got to go hide in the brush. Oh! no. This ain’t. I’ll tell George I foun’ it dead. ”

He unburied the puppy and inspected it, and he stroked it from ears to tail. He went on sorrowfully, “But he’ll know. George always knows. He’ll say, ‘You done it. Don’t try to put nothing over on me. ’ An’ he’ll say, ‘Now jus’ for that you don’t get to tend no rabbits! ’”

Suddenly his anger arose. “God damn you, ” he cried. “Why do you got to get killed? You ain’t so little as mice. ” He picked up the pup and hurled it from him. He turned his back on it. He sat bent over his knees and he whispered, “Now I won’t get to tend the rabbits. Now he won’t let me. ” He rocked himself back and forth in his sorrow.

From outside came the clang of horseshoes on the iron stake, and then a little chorus of cries. Lennie got up and brought the puppy back and laid it on the hay and sat down. He stroked the pup again. “You wasn’t big enough, ” he said. “They tol’ me and tol’ me you wasn’t. I di’n’t know you’d get killed so easy. ” He worked his fingers on the pup’s limp ear. “Maybe George won’t care, ” he said. “This here God damn little son-of-a-bitch wasn’t nothing to George. ”

Curley’s wife came around the end of the last stall. She came very quietly, so that Lennie didn’t see her. She wore her bright cotton dress and the mules with the red ostrich feathers. Her face was made-up and the little sausage curls were all in place. She was quite near to him before Lennie looked up and saw her.

In a panic he shoveled hay over the puppy with his fingers. He looked sullenly up at her.

She said, “What you got there, sonny boy? ”

Lennie glared at her. “George says I ain’t to have nothing to do with you — talk to you or nothing. ”

She laughed. “George giving you orders about everything? ”

Lennie looked down at the hay. “Says I can’t tend no rabbits if I talk to you or anything. ”

She said quietly, “He’s scared Curley’ll get mad. Well, Curley got his arm in a sling — an’ if Curley gets tough, you can break his other han’. You didn’t put nothing over on me about gettin’ it caught in no machine. ”

But Lennie was not to be drawn. “No, sir. I ain’t gonna talk to you or nothing. ”

She knelt in the hay beside him. “Listen, ” she said. “All the guys got a horseshoe tenement goin’ on. It’s on’y about four o’clock. None of them guys is goin’ to leave that tenement. Why can’t I talk to you? I never get to talk to nobody. I get awful lonely. ”

Lennie said, “Well, I ain’t supposed to talk to you or nothing. ”

“I get lonely, ” she said. “You can talk to people, but I can’t talk to nobody but Curley. Else he gets mad. How’d you like not to talk to anybody? ”

Lennie said, “Well, I ain’t supposed to. George’s scared I’ll get in trouble. ”

She changed the subject. “What you got covered up there? ”

Then all of Lennie’s woe came back on him. “Jus’ my pup, ” he said sadly. “Jus’ my little pup. ” And he swept the hay from on top of it.

“Why, he’s dead, ” she cried.

“He was so little, ” said Lennie. “I was jus’ playin’ with him.... an’ he made like he’s gonna bite me.... an’ I made like I was gonna smack him.... an’.... an’ I done it. An’ then he was dead. ”

She consoled him. “Don’t you worry none. He was jus’ a mutt. You can get another one easy. The whole country is fulla mutts. ”

“It ain’t that so much, ” Lennie explained miserably. “George ain’t gonna let me tend no rabbits now.

“Why don’t he? ”

“Well, he said if I done any more bad things he ain’t gonna let me tend the rabbits. ”

She moved closer to him and she spoke soothingly. “Don’t you worry about talkin’ to me. Listen to the guys yell out there. They got four dollars bet in that tenement. None of them ain’t gonna leave till it’s over. ”

“If George sees me talkin’ to you he’ll give me hell, ” Lennie said cautiously. “He tol’ me so. ”

Her face grew angry. “Wha’s the matter with me? ” she cried. “Ain’t I got a right to talk to nobody? Whatta they think I am, anyways? You’re a nice guy. I don’t know why I can’t talk to you. I ain’t doin’ no harm to you. ”

“Well, George says you’ll get us in a mess. ”

“Aw, nuts! ” she said. “What kinda harm am I doin’ to you? Seems like they ain’t none of them cares how I gotta live. I tell you I ain’t used to livin’ like this. I coulda made somethin’ of myself. ” She said darkly, “Maybe I will yet. ” And then her words tumbled out in a passion of communication, as though she hurried before her listener could be taken away. “I lived right in Salinas, ” she said. “Come there when I was a kid. Well, a show come through, an’ I met one of the actors. He says I could go with that show. But my ol’ lady wouldn’t let me. She says because I was on’y fifteen. But the guy says I coulda. If I’d went, I wouldn’t be livin’ like this, you bet. ”

Lennie stroked the pup back and forth. “We gonna have a little place — an’ rabbits, ” he explained.

She went on with her story quickly, before she could be interrupted. “’Nother time I met a guy, an’ he was in pitchers. Went out to the Riverside Dance Palace with him. He says he was gonna put me in the movies. Says I was a natural. Soon’s he got back to Hollywood he was gonna write to me about it. ” She looked closely at Lennie to see whether she was impressing him. “I never got that letter, ” she said. “I always thought my ol’ lady stole it. Well, I wasn’t gonna stay no place where I couldn’t get nowhere or make something of myself, an’ where they stole your letters, I ast her if she stole it, too, an’ she says no. So I married Curley. Met him out to the Riverside Dance Palace that same night. ” She demanded, “You listenin’? ”

“Me? Sure. ”

“Well, I ain’t told this to nobody before. Maybe I oughten to. I don’ like Curley. He ain’t a nice fella. ” And because she had confided in him, she moved closer to Lennie and sat beside him. “Coulda been in the movies, an’ had nice clothes — all them nice clothes like they wear. An’ I coulda sat in them big hotels, an’ had pitchers took of me. When they had them previews I coulda went to them, an’ spoke in the radio, an’ it wouldn’ta cost me a cent because I was in the pitcher. An’ all them nice clothes like they wear. Because this guy says I was a natural. ” She looked up at Lennie, and she made a small grand gesture with her arm and hand to show that she could act. The fingers trailed after her leading wrist, and her little finger stuck out grandly from the rest.

Lennie sighed deeply. From outside came the clang of a horseshoe on metal, and then a chorus of cheers. “Somebody made a ringer, ” said Curley’s wife.

Now the light was lifting as the sun went down, and the sun streaks climbed up the wall and fell over the feeding racks and over the heads of the horses.

Lennie said, “Maybe if I took this pup out and throwed him away George wouldn’t never know. An’ then I could tend the rabbits without no trouble. ”

Curley’s wife said angrily, “Don’t you think of nothing but rabbits? ”

“We gonna have a little place, ” Lennie explained patiently. “We gonna have a house an’ a garden and a place for alfalfa, an’ that alfalfa is for the rabbits, an’ I take a sack and get it all fulla alfalfa and then I take it to the rabbits. ”

She asked, “What makes you so nuts about rabbits? ”

Lennie had to think carefully before he could come to a conclusion. He moved cautiously close to her, until he was right against her. “I like to pet nice things. Once at a fair I seen some of them long-hair rabbits. An’ they was nice, you bet. Sometimes I’ve even pet mice, but not when I couldn’t get nothing better. ”

Curley’s wife moved away from him a little. “I think you’re nuts, ” she said.

“No I ain’t, ” Lennie explained earnestly. “George says I ain’t. I like to pet nice things with my fingers, sof’ things. ”

She was a little bit reassured. “Well, who don’t? ” she said. “Ever’body likes that. I like to feel silk an’ velvet. Do you like to feel velvet? ”

Lennie chuckled with pleasure. “You bet, by God, ” he cried happily. “An’ I had some, too. A lady give me some, an’ that lady was — my own Aunt Clara. She give it right to me — ‘bout this big a piece. I wisht I had that velvet right now. ” A frown came over his face. “I lost it, ” he said. “I ain’t seen it for a long time. ”

Curley’s wife laughed at him. “You’re nuts, ” she said. “But you’re a kinda nice fella. Jus’ like a big baby. But a person can see kinda what you mean. When I’m doin’ my hair sometimes I jus’ set an’ stroke it ‘cause it’s so soft. ” To show how she did it, she ran her fingers over the top of her head. “Some people got kinda coarse hair, ” she said complacently. “Take Curley. His hair is jus’ like wire. But mine is soft and fine. ‘Course I brush it a lot. That makes it fine. Here — feel right here. ” She took Lennie’s hand and put it on her head. “Feel right aroun’ there an’ see how soft it is. ”

Lennie’s big fingers fell to stroking her hair.

“Don’t you muss it up, ” she said.

Lennie said, “Oh! That’s nice, ” and he stroked harder. “Oh, that’s nice. ”

“Look out, now, you’ll muss it. ” And then she cried angrily, “You stop it now, you’ll mess it all up. ” She jerked her head sideways, and Lennie’s fingers closed on her hair and hung on. “Let go, ” she cried. “You let go! ”

Lennie was in a panic. His face was contorted. She screamed then, and Lennie’s other hand closed over her mouth and nose. “Please don’t, ” he begged. “Oh! Please don’t do that. George’ll be mad. ”

She struggled violently under his hands. Her feet battered on the hay and she writhed to be free; and from under Lennie’s hand came a muffled screaming. Lennie began to cry with fright. “Oh! Please don’t do none of that, ” he begged. “George gonna say I done a bad thing. He ain’t gonna let me tend no rabbits. ” He moved his hand a little and her hoarse cry came out. Then Lennie grew angry. “Now don’t, ” he said. “I don’t want you to yell. You gonna get me in trouble jus’ like George says you will. Now don’t you do that. ” And she continued to struggle, and her eyes were wild with terror. He shook her then, and he was angry with her. “Don’t you go yellin’, ” he said, and he shook her; and her body flopped like a fish. And then she was still, for Lennie had broken her neck.

He looked down at her, and carefully he removed his hand from over her mouth, and she lay still. “I don’t want to hurt you, ” he said, “but George’ll be mad if you yell. ” When she didn’t answer nor move he bent closely over her. He lifted her arm and let it drop. For a moment he seemed bewildered. And then he whispered in fright, “I done a bad thing. I done another bad thing. ”

He pawed up the hay until it partly covered her.

From outside the barn came a cry of men and the double clang of shoes on metal. For the first time Lennie became conscious of the outside. He crouched down in the hay and listened. “I done a real bad thing, ” he said. “I shouldn’t of did that. George’ll be mad. An’.... he said.... an’ hide in the brush till he come. He’s gonna be mad. In the brush till he come. Tha’s what he said. ” Lennie went back and looked at the dead girl. The puppy lay close to her. Lennie picked it up. “I’ll throw him away, ” he said. “It’s bad enough like it is. ” He put the pup under his coat, and he crept to the barn wall and peered out between the cracks, toward the horseshoe game. And then he crept around the end of the last manger and disappeared.

The sun streaks were high on the wall by now, and the light was growing soft in the barn. Curley’s wife lay on her back, and she was half covered with hay.

It was very quiet in the barn, and the quiet of the afternoon was on the ranch. Even the clang of the pitched shoes, even the voices of the men in the game, seemed to grow more quiet. The air in the barn was dusky in advance of the outside day. A pigeon flew in through the open hay door and circled and flew out again. Around the last stall came a shepherd bitch, lean and long, with heavy, hanging dugs. Halfway to the packing box where the puppies were she caught the dead scent of Curley’s wife, and the hair arose along her spine. She whimpered and cringed to the packing box, and jumped in among the puppies.

Curley’s wife lay with a half-covering of yellow hay. And the meanness and the plannings and the discontent and the ache for attention were all gone from her face. She was very pretty and simple, and her face was sweet and young. Now her rouged cheeks and her reddened lips made her seem alive and sleeping very lightly. The curls, tiny little sausages, were spread on the hay behind her head, and her lips were parted.

As happens sometimes, a moment settled and hovered and remained for much more than a moment. And sound stopped and movement stopped for much, much more than a moment.

Then gradually time awakened again and moved sluggishly on. The horses stamped on the other side of the feeding racks and the halterchains clinked. Outside, the men’s voices became louder and clearer.

From around the end of the last stall old Candy’s voice came. “Lennie, ” he called. “Oh, Lennie! You in here? I been figuring some more. Tell you what we can do, Lennie. ” Old Candy appeared around the end of the last stall. “Oh, Lennie! ” he called again; and then he stopped, and his body stiffened. He rubbed his smooth wrist on his white stubble whiskers. “I di’n’t know you was here, ” he said to Curley’s wife.