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George looked up from shoeing the horse to see the outline of Curley's wife in the doorway of the barn. They were alone. George felt the air on his face cold as ice. He searched for something to say but remained silent as a mouse. The two exchanged awkward glances then parted ways. George walked out of the barn faster then a speeding bullet. He thought about her eyes as blue as the ocean. Her skin as soft as silk. Even just the thought of her made George jump for joy. George wanted nothing more then to be her knight in shining armour. George walked on into the night. He walked into the cornfield, the stalks were as tall as trees. They swayed in the breeze as the wind howled like wolves. Then he heard a yell it sounded like a roar of a lion. George ran towards the direction of the noise. He galloped like a horse. Finding his way back to the barn. George saw Lennie who was laying motionless; flat as a board. Blood was streaming from Lennies throat it was red like a rose. George stood speechless in the night air. He turned to see Curley's wife standing back in the doorway. They were alone again, but this time she had a blood stained axe.