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 trying to grab onto what hope he had left. He swiftly rocked backwards and forwards replaying in his mind pulling the vicious trigger that murdered his…
