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.
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!!!"
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.
"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 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 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.
"Yeah...sometimes...it really does," admitted Luke softly. "So many memories...an' not all bad just..." He stopped trying to think of the way to express it.