Luke smiled patting the little boy on the head. "Well then... we best get t' writin." With that he got up and took the writing tablet from its spot near the phone and turned it to a clean sheet, handing the little boy a pen.
"What dya think? Worth a try? We could leave a nice letter...explainin where ya are..." he encouraged daring to hope little Zack would take him at his word.
Luke sighed. "I'd like George t' stay..." he began thinking a minute. "Tell you what...what if we left a note...so your folks'd know where t' find ya if...I mean when they show up?"
Luke raced out at the sound of the horn, throwing the shotguns and bows in the back before sliding in. "Go!" he shouted before he was halfway in the window.
Luke watched him out of the corner of his eye his heart aching inside of him. He didn't want to give the little boy back any more than the child wanted to go. "Zack...if I could convince 'em...would you like to stay here...at the farm...with me?"