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Luke swallowed hard. "Maybe ya best go home Cooter..." he said silently making his way to the house.

Luke heard the shattering of glass and quaked. Stepping out from his hiding spot, he surveyed the damage biting his lip. Someone would be eating dinner off the mantlepiece that night....

With a high pitched yell sounding as much like an Indian War cry as he could manage, Luke ran across the yard to the other side of the chicken coop, panting.

*****FLASHBACK**** Luke sat crouched on the ground, half hidden behind the old oak tree, sling shot held tight in his hand, aimed and ready to fire.

"There wasn't much Jesse didn't know...remember when that rock went through the window?" asked Luke.

"Yeah...I imagine he did..."said Luke thoughtfully.

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Luke nodded. "I don't remember much about what he said t tell the truth...I just remember sittin on his lap cryin' ..." he smiled a little, "an' pretendin t' be too tired t' get myself to bed so he'd carry me."

Still madder than a wet hen, Luke clenched his fists, trying to hide the tears in his eyes. He had no doubt Boss would hear of it. His uncle would lose the farm...and it wold be all his fault.

"An watch the hogg squeal," returned Luke before tackling Hughie to the ground hitting him over and over again. "DON'T YOU EVER TALK BOUT MY FOLKS AGAIN HUGHIE HOGG, YOU HEAR ME?! NOT EVER!!!"

"I was 6 years old when they was killed Hughie, not 6 months!" a tear dripping from his eye before he could stop it.

"I did know em... " began Luke shaking visibly in anger.

"Nah I ain't," answered Luke sullenly. "But you will if ya talk bout my folks again."

Luke spun around quick before Hughie had time to blink his fists clenched, Hughie having hit a nerve. "Don't you talk about my parents!"

"Shut up Hughie," warned Luke the tips of his ears turning red.

Luke smiled though his eyes held a flash of anger, only for a moment. "I warned him...he shoulda listened.... *****flashback***** "Get lost Hughie...go back to the pen ya belong in..." said eleven year old Luke.

Luke shook his head a little. It was too nice a day to spoil it thinking about Hughie Hogg.

"Heck Hughie Hogg can't pull off a dry look either...he's still as ugly as a possum's fanny," said Luke "Course....I should't be so mean t the poor possum," he added.

Luke grinned. "He never did appreciate the wet look none, did he?" he asked, his blue eyes twinkling with fun.

Luke smiled. "It served the purpose though," he said a smile on his face. "We sure had some good times there..."

Luke did the same smiling as he did, looking off in the distance to where their old treehouse stood. "You reckon that ol' treehouse could still hold us?"

Luke looked at him ruefully. "Cute Bo...real real cue."

Luke smiled shaking his head slightly. Bo might have had the reputation for being dumb, but he was smarter than he was given credit for. Luke knew this as well as anyone, but it was too good of an opportunity for banter to pass up. "Well, s'good t see ya use yer head fer somethin cept growin hair on," he teased.

"Exactly," said Luke looking at him thankfully. "That's it exactly."