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Luke looked into the tiny bundle taking his ring finger and stroking the thin little hand, an urge to protect the baby swelling inside of him. "I won't let him..." vowed the little boy softly.

A tear trickled down Luke's face but he brushed it away. "He's gonna die?" he whimpered.

Luke frowned. "Poor baby," he said softly. "Will he be ok?"

Luke couldn't take his eyes off the tiny baby. t had been a long while since Luke had seen him, but he hadn't changed too much...he was still tny, pale... "Auntie...wha's wrong with him?" asked Luke quietly.

I'm only sure about one.... Mulberry farm Axtell Bail Bonds Meadow Brook Road

Luke bit his lip ventured out further still. Climbing up onto the sofa, he kneeled by his aunt, and peeped into the blankets.

Luke swallowed nodding a little. He only spoke when he wanted to or felt he had to, and that wasn't often.

Luke shook his head. "No."

Luke just waved a little at her, not venturing closer. Babies scared him...they all reminded him of the baby brother he had lost.

Luke swallowed venturing out further, still not saying a word, while Jesse showed the worker out, speaking to her as he walked her to her car*

Jesse peeked into the blanket too. "Sure is little," said the man softly. Luke meanwhile peeked around a corner shyly, though his curiosity pricked.

Jesse got up and went to the door opening it. "Come on in...."

Luke nodded looking into Bo's eyes. "Yeah...heck...seems like just yesterday when you came along..." He swallowed at the memory looking at Bo. "You was so tiny..."

"Can't believe I been here 20 years already..." said Luke thoughtfully.

Luke nodded. "Guess nothin' stays the same. Still...sometimes..." He shrugged a little. He guessed in the course of a lifetime it didnt really matter. But still, sometimes, he wished things could be as they were...when things were simpler...

Luke finished splitting the last log, tossing the two pieces to the woodpile. He never understood how they went through so much wood, but it seemed that there was always wood to chop. Luke didn't mind, though. Given the choice, he would always choose har work over sitting around. His shirt was still hung on the porch rail and for a minute, he too just looked around at the farm, as the Georgia sun shone down on him. He spotted Bo a distance off by the fence he had been working on and, grabbing his shirt, tugged it on as he walked over to his cousin, normally perpetual motion, and put a hand on his shoulder, nodding as he looked out over the farm, not saying anything, knowing with Bo there was no need to.

Mrs Huckabee Fox Hill Road Pa Beaudry not sure about the first one...

I'm not very sure but I think: Hazzard Hunting Club Dry Creek Road Jeb Stuart Duke

billy joe dupard ohoopee pond coy vs vance

lulu daisy miss tisdale rosco's aunt

ben wilkenson bottomless swamp trail boss's father

I agree....

I agree with BL

johnson's creek duggan's dump happy birthday general lee

me too...