The wind was whistling as the sun had disappeared behind the noble mountains leaving a dark atmosphere of death in the cold, lonely, air. The distressing burial of the by-gone Lennie left a dull fog of depression that seeped through the ranch leaving dismal and unanswered questions. The configuration of the looming trees ganged upon George leaving him feeling guilt ridden. He sat with his hands tightly clenched around his knees as if he was …
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…George dropped his arm down to his side. He looked at the dead girl on the floor. Curley stopped shouting for help. A deadly silence fell across the room. The tension was mounting. Carlson was shouting and banging louder. George looked at the lugar he held in his hand and took one last look at Curley. He raised his arm, targeted the gun on his left temple and for one last time, pulled the trigger.