Of Mice and Men Final Chapeter.

The deep green pool of the Salinas River was still, still in the now late evening. By this time Slim and George had trudged back to the ranch, the weather was hot. Carlson had gotten back to work on the ranch. A fire was light and the embers glowed red in still warm evening. Slim sat on a seat made of wood, with his equipment at his side, and sipped at his whiskey. George lay on the rough ground watching the stars that lay towering over the Galiban Mountains, his stetson hat on his chest. Slim. Yeah. Slim passed eorge the scotch. The evening was spent lazily; George and Slim spent their time by the fire. Crooks in his room. Carlson, probably sleeping, and Curly had it the road. The air lay still on the ranch, Slims whiskey was still beside him. When Slim woke ther was silence in the air, George had gone. All that was left was a note pinned under a rock, it simply said; Nice to meet ya, mabey we will meet again in the future. George.