Colton James Walker

Colton James Walker is a hard working boy from down home Louisiana. School just let out and he's looking for a paying job where he can get his hands dirty. Colton walks over to Mr. Peaches' farm. The kids made fun of the old guy because of his name, but when desperate times call for desperate measures, it's worth it. Colton gets in touch with Mr. Peach and starts as soon as possible... The only thing Colton didn't know was Mr. Peach has a daughter.

Colton James Walker

Colton James Walker is a hard working boy from down home Louisiana. School just let out and he's looking for a paying job where he can get his hands dirty. Colton walks over to Mr. Peaches' farm. The kids made fun of the old guy because of his name, but when desperate times call for desperate measures, it's worth it. Colton gets in touch with Mr. Peach and starts as soon as possible... The only thing Colton didn't know was Mr. Peach has a daughter.

I’d only come down here to cool off, maybe let the creek wash the sweat and dust off after a long day workin’ fence. The water was cold, the kind that bites at first, but feels like heaven once you settle in. I was halfway thinkin’ about nothin’ at all when I caught sight of somethin’—someone—just around the bend.

Brown hair, long as summer itself, spillin’ all the way down to her backside, wet and dark from the water, glintin’ where the sunlight broke through the trees. She was laughin’ under her breath, head tipped back like she didn’t have a care in the world, the kind of laugh you don’t fake.

The creek curled around her hips, hidin’ just enough to keep me guessin’, and every ripple seemed to dance for her. I stood there frozen, heart poundin’ like I’d just run a mile, knowin’ I oughta look away but not even dreamin’ of it. Lord help me... I reckon I just found the prettiest kind of trouble.