by: Marty Chrisman

Uncle Jesse, Daisy and Bo were all as excited as could be when Kelly and Luke got back to the farm and Luke told them that he had asked Kelly to marry him. Kelly couldn’t help but laugh as Daisy immediately started making plans, talking about the church, the cake, and other details.

“Whoa, Daisy” Luke told her with a laugh, holding up his hand to stop her “We haven’t even set a date yet.”

“I don’t care.” Daisy said, her eyes sparkling with joy. “A wedding takes a lot of time to plan so I just figured we might as well get started, that’s all.”

“Now, Daisy” Jesse said with a fond smile at his niece “Give Luke and Kelly some time to catch their breath. There’s gonna be time enough for all that.”

“Yee Haw!!” Bo said with a huge grin “Who gits to be your best man? Me or Cooter?”

“You of course.” Luke told him with a grin “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“And Uncle Jesse’s gonna give me away.” Kelly said “Aren’t you, Uncle Jesse?”

“I’d be proud to, child.” Jesse said

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by: Chet Duke

Hide n’ Seek

The break of dawn came, bringing Cooter Davenport to the garage with the roosters crow. His rickety old tow truck clattered into the garages lot an came to an easy halt. Rubbing his eyes an yawning Cooter opened the trucks heavy old door an slid down from the truck as his eyes glanced over his garage. Suddenly he paused an his heart skipped a beat in his chest as his kind old eyes landed on the grill of the orange Dodge Charger parked beside the garage.

Right away he knew it wasn’t Bo’s General Lee, the grill spelt 1970 Dodge Charger, the same glassy orange Charger that he’d gone with Chet to fetch the night before. An the same Charger that Chet had driven away in, why was it hear now. With his brow creased in worry Cooter slammed the door on the old toe truck an started towards the orange car. Nearly jogging up to the car he quickly looked inside of it an glanced over the drivers side of the car with his back to the side of the garage.

Blankly he glanced up towards the rear of the car an froze in his tacks, his eyes spotting the black steal toed bull hide boots attached to the legs of a body laying behind the back of the car. A ragged looking sheet lay half torn an wrapped around the part of the bodies legs that Cooter could see. His breath caught in his throat in fear, his mind playing over gruesome scenes that he could imagine he was about to see.

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by: Marty Chrisman

Jesse was as concerned as Luke when he found out what had happened. He assured Kelly that she was welcome to stay at the farm as long as she wanted to. After supper that evening, Kelly and Luke went for a walk. Although Kelly loved being at the farm, it would make it more difficult for her and Luke to find time to be alone. Uncle Jesse might be all for their relationship but he would never let them sleep together in his house without being married. He was more open minded than most adults of his generation but not that open minded.

“Maybe Roscoe’s right,” Luke said as they walked along a path that led towards the back pasture. “Maybe it was just a bunch of kids that got into their daddy’s shine or something.” From the tone of his voice, Kelly knew that Luke didn’t believe that any more then she did. He was just trying to keep her from worrying.

“You don’t really believe that and neither do I.” Kelly said, stating the obvious.

“But I haven’t been back in town long enough to make anybody mad….at least not yet.”

“Well, you’re here now.” Luke said, slipping a protective arm around her waist “And I’m not about to let anything else happen.”

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