To the bitter end.

It was the calm before the storm. Outside the bunkhouse, George stood like a statue, there, blocking the path of Curley. Who was a ticking time bomb, ready to explode at anything in his path. The sweat trickled down from George's brow, for Curly held in his hand the shotgun of Crooks, the stable buck. "All's I'm askin' is for you to reconsider" murmured George again, without even a flinch. Curley shifted on his feet, it looked like he was about to say something but he remained silent. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Curley ambitiously took a step towards his target. He had his sights set on George.Even recognizing the danger, George held his place. "You are a fool to think you can stop me" proclaimed Curley.