Somehow, Hughie managed to avoid most of the blows that Luke tried to rain down on him, blocking them as best he could. He eventually managed to throw Luke off him, scrambling to his feet with a grin on his face.

"Jus' you wait Lukas! I'm gonna get my Uncle on you an' he's gonna put you in prison an' take away your farm!"

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.

**PRESENT**

Bo shook his head, putting an arm round Luke's shoulders.

"I remember you came home all worried...took Uncle Jesse all night t'drive it outta ya..."

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."

Bo chuckled and nodded with a smile.

"I think he always knew when you was pretendin'.."

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

Bo nodded a little, falling quiet as more memories came back to him - some good some bad.

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

Bo grimaced and chuckled a little.

"Do I ever..."

*****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.

Bo was hidden not that much further away, crouched in the bed of old Jesse's truck, peaking over the edge every so often while Cooter was hidden round the side of the old house.

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.

As he ran, both Bo and Cooter jumped up from their hiding places to aim at Luke as he ran. Bo chose the oppertune moment to hit Luke when he was in the widest open space...only problem was, it missed Luke by an inch...and the next sound to follow besides Luke's panting was the smash of glass as the kitchen window shattered...

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....

Bo swallowed hard as Cooter too crept from his hiding place and bit his lip, looing to Luke then to Bo who looked positivly terrified not to mention was already shaking. All too soon, the familiar "BOYS!" yell could be heard and instantly Bo shot off across the yard and jumped into a hay pile/

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

Cooter shook his head, holstering his slingshot in his belt and headed towards the house with Luke.

"Nu uh buddy...I was playin' too...if yer gettin' told of then I will too."

Luke nodded a little holstering his own sling shot and stepping quietly into the house. "You...you called us Unca Jesse?"

Cooter winced as he saw Jesse, standing wih crossed arms and a stern expression on his face by the broken window.

"What's happened here?"

"We uh...was playin cowboys an injuns Unca Jesse..." began Luke hesitantly. "We...we was usin our slingshots..."

"After I specifically asked you an' Bo not t'use em..."

Jesse said patiently but firmly, wanting Luke to realize that no matter who broke the window, everyone was in trouble.

Luke hung his head and nodded a little.

Jesse sighed and shook his head.

"Cooter you can go home, i'll call your father later."

Cooter nodded, patting Luke on the shoulder sympathetically before leaving.

"Who broke the window Luke?"

Luke bit his lip. "I...I did Unca Jesse."

Jesse raised an eyebrow, knowing Luke was lying because one, Bo wasn't in the room and two, Luke hadn't yet understood that their Uncle always knew when they were lying.

"Really....." He said, fixing Luke with a hard stare.