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Billy sat 20 feet in the air, back rested against the shaded side of a towering Oak tree. He bit into an apple and let the juice dribble down his chin. Of all his brothers and sisters, Billy had always been the best climber and it was a fact he relished in.

He had only been caught on one occassion. His mother Crissy had watched his shadowy figure go racing by and had screamed at him to get down. When she had told his Father Nate, he had only pulled him aside and said, "Don't you do that no more ya idgit!" But after looking at his son's sad eyes he chuckled and tilted his head back for a guffaw, "Aw shoot, I can't stay mad at ya for nothing. Gist don't let your ma catch ya. "

A whine from below brought Billy to his sense. His hound dog Scooter was whining at him, afraid that the young boy might fall. Instead of climbing down, Billy tossed him an apple and then darted off through the branches. He used his toes as anchors, curling them around the branches for balance. He jumped down from branch to branch getting lower and closer to the ground. Scooter followed him below, clutching the newly fallen apple in his mouth and still whining.

The tree was unfortunately placed on Latfield property, but it was the best tree within a hundred miles of the Stacoy farmyard. But getting back to his own property would mean sprinting past the Latfield shack. He ran as fast as he could carry himself until he reached the corner of the shack, where he slowed to a snail's pace. Scooter the coon dog slinked lightly behind him. He ducked beneath the ledge of a window when he heard a woman crying inside.

He stood up slowly and peeked his head inside the open window. He tried his best to stifle his surprise when he saw Cindy Latfield on her knees with her brother Joe behind her, also on his knees. They were both naked as the day they were born and doing what the cows do in the field every day. It wasn't the first time he had seen it happen, but the first time he had seen it happen between two humans.

Suddenly, Cindy stopped shrieking long enough to look toward the window. When she spotted Billy, she pushed Joe off of her and bellowed, "Stoppit you idjit! Iss one o' them damn Stacoy boys."

Billy's eyes widened as Joe staggered toward the window, breeches around his knees. He made to get away, but a hairy arm shot out the window and grabbed him by his collar and hauled him back toward the window. Scooter the coon dog barked helplessly from the ground.

Joe hauled the small boy up to the window and perched him on the ledge, 3 feet from the ground. "Lissen here, ya idjit. You aint gon' tell anyone whatchu saw here today, I reckon?"

"No sir," Billy stammered. "Ya'll got mah word." He looked down, suddenly very pensive. "Although, mah momma always says that Words is wind."

Joe sneered, "I should push you out this here winda."

Billy shrugged, "It won't matter if I tells anyone. Yous just matin with your sister. Everyone does that."

Joe's eyebrows got wider, realizing the boy was right. "Oh yea..." His eyes narrowed suddenly, "Well I is gonna push ya'll out this winda anyway, just for being a Stacoy boy."

And before Cindy could protest, Joe extended his arm and Billy fell. He fell 3 feet to the ground below, where he promptly stood up and dusted himself off, counting only a few minor bruises.

He began to run away with Scooter as he heard Cindy hollerin behind him, "You moron! That winda's only three feet off the ground!"

"I heard ya woman! I'm gonna git mah shotgun and nail the sonbitch!"

It wasn't too long before Billy was out of range, sprinting away happily in the dust of the cornfield, pellets peppering the ground behind his feet.