The wind was wisping through the people filled streets of Soledad, in the distance George and Slim were strolling towards the saloon. “There’s the place,” Slim announced with a sigh of relief.
“Finally,” exclaimed George.
When Slim and George stepped into the saloon they were greeted by the warm, but boisterous environment. Other ranch hands were letting out all of their glee while they tried to get some satisfaction away from their dead end lives. “Slim, I . . .” George whispered.
Slim quickly retorted, “Let’s talk over a drink.”
They were approaching a couple of open seats at the bar when out of nowhere Curley clambered up onto the bar. He was swaying from side to side and had a droopy expression across his face when he yelled out, “ I ain’t ever gonna go back to that ranch an’ work with that worm Geor . . .” …show more content…
“You drunk bastard.” George exclaimed as he pulled Curley off of the top of the bar. Curley stumbled down until he hit the floor with a deafening thud, followed by an agonizing yell. A couple of able ranch hands carried the delusional Curley out of the saloon, and then everything returned to how it was. Shortly after, the two men got their seats at the bar and ordered their drinks. “What actually happened out there George?”
“I … I … shot him to save himself from . . . this hell.” George stuttered as a response.
Slim stared at George as he thought through what he had just heard. “You did the right thing.” Slim said as he tried to console
“Finally,” exclaimed George.
When Slim and George stepped into the saloon they were greeted by the warm, but boisterous environment. Other ranch hands were letting out all of their glee while they tried to get some satisfaction away from their dead end lives. “Slim, I . . .” George whispered.
Slim quickly retorted, “Let’s talk over a drink.”
They were approaching a couple of open seats at the bar when out of nowhere Curley clambered up onto the bar. He was swaying from side to side and had a droopy expression across his face when he yelled out, “ I ain’t ever gonna go back to that ranch an’ work with that worm Geor . . .” …show more content…
“You drunk bastard.” George exclaimed as he pulled Curley off of the top of the bar. Curley stumbled down until he hit the floor with a deafening thud, followed by an agonizing yell. A couple of able ranch hands carried the delusional Curley out of the saloon, and then everything returned to how it was. Shortly after, the two men got their seats at the bar and ordered their drinks. “What actually happened out there George?”
“I … I … shot him to save himself from . . . this hell.” George stuttered as a response.
Slim stared at George as he thought through what he had just heard. “You did the right thing.” Slim said as he tried to console