I trust that you all have at least given my suggestion to give my sis a visit a little thought, but I hope that you still like me more :) Here be chapter 6, give me some reviews please!

His hands were sweating and not because of the heat, he thrust them into his pockets and tried to descretely wipe them on the inside, without Jethro noticing. But it wasn't working, he kept glancing over his shoulder as though he could hear the fabric brushing his palms.

Don felt like he was trailing after his own father, and in for a whipping, and at that moment Don wasn't so sure that he wasn't going to receive one. Looking around himself, he found that Jethro had led him to a fairly secluded part of his property, and glancing over his shoulder he found that the barn was a small red dot behind him. Taking a large gulp of air, he turn around in time to stop himself from running into Jethro.

He had to look up a little to look at Jethro, and the sun was behind his head, making him have to squint in order to see him, instantly wishing that he couldn't. He held Don's gaze, his jaw set tight, and said nothing. Don could feel the seconds slipping away from him, and he looked back towards the house which was closer to the house, and he swore that he could feel Syler staring at them through the kitchen window. Even though he knew that they were to far away for him to tell anything.

"I'm not going to ask about what you were doing upstairs in the barn," Jethro finally said, bringing Don's gaze back to him, "Because I don't want to know."

Don nodded, and if he was to be perfectly honest, he didn't want Jethro to know, much less be the one to tell him.

"I just want to know one thing."

He didn't act like he was in any hurry to say anything more, and his apparent ease in making Don uncomfortable, was making him even more uncomfortable, so he nodded, "Okay. What do you want to know?"

"I want to know what you are doing here?"

The question confused him, and he was sure that his expression conveyed it, but Jethro didn't appear to care. What did he mean what was he doing there? He was there to be with Syler, what other reason would he have for being there it wasn't like he wanted to drop in and visit Jethro.

"Something wrong boy? Or did you just think you didn't have to answer my question."

"No," Don said, even more confused, what kind of question was that? "I don't understand the question."

"What are you doing here? Why, when Syler asked you to come down here, did you say yes?"

"That is my reason." He said before having to think about it.

Now it was Jethro's turn to be confused, but Don gave him the courtesy of explaining, "Because she asked me to come here, that is why I came."

Don had been asking himself since Jethro had first refused to shake his hand why he had come to Montana, but the moment the words left his mouth he knew that they were true. It didn't matter that she had led with her fear that her father was going to try and get her to move back to Montana, and that the thought of Syler leaving New York tore his heart from it's proper place in his body.

All it had taken in that moment, was for her to turn her eyes on him, and asked, he had learned that anything she asked him to do, he would have done it in a heart beat.

Jethro considered Don for a moment, sizing him up it appeared, but still he said nothing, and Don decided that it would not be him to break the silence.

"You took off work, and flew all the way down here to face me because my daughter asked you too?" He asked him, carefully choosing each word.

Don knew that it sounded crazy, and that Jethro knew it, but it was the truth and he couldn't deny it, "Yes."

Jethro nodded, and frowned in thought, and Don was sure that he had done something wrong, from the way his body went ridged, and he appeared to stop breathing, but after a moment he looked back up at Don. Though he didn't smile at him, he held out his hand, and looking at it confounded for a moment, he understood.

Reaching out, the two men shook hands, and Jethro nodded to Don, and then looking at the house, "You can be done with the hay for today, Delilah should have lunch ready any moment now, why don't you go on and head back to the house."

Don didn't argue, his muscles already grateful that he would have to lift anything but a fork until tomorrow.