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's eyes widen in utter shock. He drops the hoof knife and quickly brings his hands to his eyes, rubbing them as if to wipe the image away. When he opens his eyes again, the hour glass figure is still standing in the doorway.
     "Hullo George." she purrs.
     "It... it... is you! This can't be real! They tol' me you was dead. I woulda bet all thumbs that yous was dead!" hollered George
     "Keep ya voice down will ya, you gon' wake the entire town up with ya thunderin' voice." she calmy replies, angering George even more.
     "How can it be. Yous was dead. I'm imaginin' things now, I'm imaginin' things." he frantically repeats. "How are ya here. Ya here to teach me some sorta lesson or somethin'? Ya here to tell me I was wrong for shootin' my best friend? I didn' wan'ta, I'm tellin' ya, I didn' wan'ta."

Curley's wife is now slowy walking into the barn. Every step she takes toward George is a step he takes away from her. Part of him knows very well what he is seeing is as real as the crow flies, but still he isn't able to brush off the fact that he swears he saw her dead as a doornail. 

     "I was fakin'-"
     "Why you're crazier than a loon!" interrupts George, cold as ice. 
     "Change your tune George, ain't ya happy to see me? I did it for us. We can run away together, me 'n you. Dontcha want that? Ya told me yourself you was attracted to the danger of bein' with me. Well now you can be with me. This is a get outta jail free card." Curley's wife justifies.
     "I killed my best friend. I killed him because everyone thought you was dead, and they all thought Lennie was the one who don' it. We may have had our little love affair, but lightening never strikes the same place twice. Now I'm gon' lay down the law and you're gon' save your breath and shut your trap."

She shakes her head no and opens her mouth as if to say something, but George looks at her through evil eyes and she quickly slaps her jaw shut.
   
     "You're lower than a snake's belly for doin' what ya did. I could never be with someone as twisted as you. Because of you my companion is gone." He clenches his fists, knuckles turing white. "Now I could kill ya, but two wrongs don't make no right. So today you're lucky. But get out. Go far, far from here. And I swear by the life o' me  if you come back or if I ever see ya again on God's green earth ya better wish on the stars I spare you your life a second time. Now go." George says, out of breath from his rampage.

Stunned, Curley's wife slowly backs away; her face pale, her eyes wide in disbelief and her knees trembling. She reaches the doors to the barn and stops. George takes one step toward her, both fists still clenched. She jumps and before she turns and runs away in the dark of the night, she whispers "Goodbye George." and disappears.