The sun shone down brightly on the small town, that lay nestled in the hills of Georgia. A few fluffy white clouds dotted the blue sky. It was a hot and quite humid summer's day. Most of the residences of the small town were taking life at a slow pace, wishing for a break from the sweltering heat of the summer.
     A bright orange stock car raced along the back roads in a cloud of dust. Its powerful engine breaking through the silence, of the quiet summer day, with a mighty roar. It was being closely perused by a sheriff's patrol car, a normal day in Hazzard County. Cousin's Bo and Luke Duke were being chased by Sheriff Rocso P. Coltrane on some trumped up charge.
     "You know, I think Rosco's being getting too much practise, ‘cause he's still hanging in back there." Luke said, glancing over his shoulder at Rosco's car.
     "Yeah." Bo agreed as he glanced in the rearview mirror. "He won't be back there much longer though, I know just where to lose him."
Luke smiled he knew exactly where his younger cousin meant, Hazzard Creek. Bo pushed the accelerator further to the floor, pulling a little further away from the patrol car. A couple moments later the creek came into view.
     "Hold on cousin." Bo said, his eyes sparkled with a kind of child like mischief.
The orange car, know as the General Lee, hit the embankment of the creek and became airborne, sailing gracefully above the water's surface.
     "YEE-HAW!" Bo and Luke yelled simultaneously, as their car flew through the air like a soaring eagle.
 The General Lee slammed against the ground on the far side of the creek. Bo pulled to a stop, so that they could watch Rosco's feeble attempt at jumping the creek. They knew there was no way that Rosco would make it across, for two reasons. Firstly,  Rosco was nowhere near as good of a driver as Bo and Luke. The Duke boys were by far the best drivers in the entire Tri-County area, or perhaps even further. And Secondly, Rosco's patrol car lacked the soul that the General Lee seemed to have. Most people said that the Duke boy's car, General Lee, seemed to have a soul and was almost human.
     Rosco's patrol car hit the embankment of the creek and began to sail across. The car was about half way across when it started to quickly descend, and splashed into the creek, with a tremendous splash.
     Bo and Luke laughed as they watched Rosco climb out, through the window of his car, soaking wet.
     "Looks like he's okay." Luke said.
     "Yeah. ‘Sides he's lucky." Bo said.
Luke raised his eyebrows in question. "How you figure?"
     "‘Cause now he gets to go for a swim on such a hot day." Bo said and laughed.
Luke chuckled in agreement. "Yeah. Now let's get back to the farm."
Bo nodded. "You got it."
     About five minutes later they pulled to a stop in front of the Dukes farm house. The house was small, with only three bedrooms. Bo and Luke lived there with their Uncle Jesse and cousin Daisy, though the house never seemed small. The old house was full of love, the Dukes had always been a close bonded family.
     Bo and Luke climbed out through the windows of their car, as the doors were welded shut since they used the General Lee in car races.
     "About time you boys got home." Jesse said, stepping off the porch. He had been sitting in the shade of the porch drinking a tall glass of lemonade.
     "Sorry we are late Uncle Jesse but we were running a race with Rosco." Bo said.
     "We gave him the chance to go swimming to get a break from this heat." Luke added jokingly.
Jesse sighed and shook his head, he doubted that his two nephews would ever grow up. Luke took the box of tractor parts they had just bought out of the trunk. He carried the box over the where the tractor sat, in the shade of a large old oak tree. Bo closed the trunk, and walked over to join his older cousin. Jesse walked over to where the boys where.
     "Did you get all the parts we need to fix this old thing?" Jesse asked.
Bo nodded. "Yes sir Uncle Jesse. I'll go get the tools." Bo said as Luke sorted through the box of tractor parts.
Jesse turned and left as Bo and Luke went about working on the tractor, retreating into the house in hopes of finding a cool place to sit, perhaps near a fan.
     Bo and Luke spent the next hour and a half working on the tractor. Their faces were covered with tiny beads of sweat. They had long since removed their shirts, growing to hot with them on. Their bare, muscular chest, glistened with sweat. Bo wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. Even in the shade it was getting extremely hot, to hot to be working on the tractor, but the wanted to get it done as they had promised their uncle. Jesse came outside carrying two glasses of ice cold lemonade. He handed one to each Bo and Luke. They both drink nearly half the glass before stopping for a breath.
     "I think you boys should stop working on the tractor and come in for a while, it is a little cooler in the house." Jesse said, his concern for their well being obvious in his voice.
Jesse loved Bo and Luke as though they were his own child, after all he had raised them since the time they were very small babies.
Bo and Luke nodded. "Yes sir." they said at the same time.
     "I'll just put the tools and parts away in the barn. We can finish working on the tractor later." Luke said.
     "Yeah maybe it'll be cooler come evening." Bo said.
Jesse stood waiting, and holding the lemonade, as he watched Bo and Luke both put away the tools and parts. Bo and Luke walked back over to Jesse. They back their glasses of lemonade, and drank as they walked towards the house.
     Bo and Luke both felt relief feeling the cool breeze the fan blew through the house, thinking it was almost as good as wind. The coolness felt good to their hot bodies. They both slumped down on chairs in the living room.
     "What time is dinner? I am starving." Bo asked.
     "When Daisy gets home from work." Jesse said.
     "What time is Daisy done work?" Luke asked.
     "Five o clock." Jesse said.
     "What is for dinner?"Bo asked.
Jesse shook his head, at how both Bo and Luke both asking questions to go with the others. They often did stuff like that or both say one sentence, each saying part of it, always knowing exactly what the other one was thinking and what they were going to say.
     "There is still some pie left from last night if you both are so starving you can't wait until dinner. I'll let you get away with snacking so close to dinner, just this once." Jesse said.
     "Sounds great." Bo and Luke said simultaneously.
They got up and walked into the kitchen to eat a slice of the left over peach pie from the night before.
     Daisy pulled to a stop in front of the house in jeep, which was named Dixie. She was Bo and Luke's cousin. She was a year older then Bo and a year younger then Luke. She stepped out of her jeep. There was a slightly breeze starting to blow, giving a break from the sweltering heat. Daisy glanced at the horizon and saw dark rain clouds starting to gather, she hoped that they would soon get a much needed the rain. The ground was cracked and trees and crops were beginning to wither.  She walked into the farmhouse, shutting the flimsy old screen door lightly behind herself.
     "Hey Daisy, how was work today?" Jesse asked.
     "Busy. Some many people come into the Boar's Nest for a cold beer." Daisy said.
 The Dukes were just sitting down at the table to eat dinner when it started to rain. The rain beat softly against the window pain in a slow steady rhythm.
     Daisy and Bo ran out into the rain to move the General Lee and Dixie into the barn so their interior wasn't ruined in the rain. Bo stepped out of the barn into the rain, allowing it soak him, his clothes clung to his body like a wet towel. Bo smiled and closed his eyes, he tipped his head slightly backwards to allow the rain to splash against his face. Bo then turned to look at Daisy.
     "Don't this rain feel great?" Bo asked, he had a wide smile on his face. "It is sure better then that sweltering heat we've been having."
     "That's for sure." Daisy said in agreement.
Jesse shook his head as Daisy and Bo walked back into the farmhouse, dripping wet.
     "You two go change out of those wet clothes, I ain't gonna have you dripping water all over my kitchen floor as you eat." Jesse said, in firm tone, though he wasn't really angry at all and the kids all knew it. It was just the way their uncle was.
     "Yes sir." both Bo and Daisy said at the same time, and they moved off to go to their bedrooms to change.
     "And don't drip water all over the house either." Jesse said.
Bo and Daisy returned to the kitchen moments later, both dressed in dry clothes. Outside the rain steadily grew stronger, beating rapidly against the window. The wind started to grow strong and it howled, like a wolf, as it whipped around the corner of the house.
     "Sounds like this is going to turn into a real good storm." Jesse said.
     "Guess we won't be working on the tractor again today." Bo said.
By the time they had finished eating dinner the rain was pouring down so hard that they couldn't even see the barn from the house.
Jesse frowned. "Such a heavy rain ain't good. We needed rain but heavy rain can be destructive after such a long dy spell, and could lead to flooding."
 The Dukes sat around in the living as the listened to the storm rage on outside. Daisy sat and did some sewing, Jesse read a book and Bo and Luke played a game of chess. They all figured that it would soon stop raining so hard, but they were wrong. The storm only grow worse. The pouring rain was accompanied by high winds along with thunder and lightening. The all went to bed at ten, the storm still raging on. Each of the wondered how long the rain would continue to pour down, and if they would have to worry about flooding.
     The next morning the rain had slowed to steady pace but still refused to subsided. The Dukes looked outside, and saw that there was large puddles of water all over the farm yard. They could see the pickup truck, and that the back end was nearly half full with rain water.
     "Wow, we sure got a lot of rain last night." Bo said.
     "A lot more then we need, I'd say." Luke said.
Bo nodded in agreement. "And it don't appear like it is going to stop anytime soon."
As if to punctate Bo's sentence the sound distant approaching thunder rolled across the sky.
     "Sounds like we are in for another storm to." Bo said.
Within the hour the second wave of the storm was upon them. The rain began to pour down again. It's steady beating rhythm against the roof of the house was almost hypnotic. With the storm raging on outside there wasn't much for the Dukes to do except sit around.
     By late in the afternoon, the rain slowed again. Though the sky was still filled with dark threatening clouds, that looked as though they could break open and allow the rain to pour down again at any moment. Bo and looked moved outside to sit on the porch. They breathed in the cool air, enjoying the damp rain smell the air had. They sat on the porch swing talking for a little over an hour, then went inside to have dinner.  After dinner the rain still hadn't picked back up again, and just as everyone thought that the storm had passed it started to pour rain again.
Jesse sighed and shook his head. "There is defiantly going to be flooding once this rain finally subsides."
They spent another night listening to the rain beating against the roof and the windows.
     The next morning the rain had finally subsided. Everything glistened with water. Bo and Luke stepped outside of the house and looked around the farm yard. A couple moments later Jesse came outside.
     "Me and Bo is going to take the General and checking and see how bad the flooding is." Luke said.
     "Just be careful." Jesse said.
     "We always are." Bo said, as he and Luke headed for the barn.
Jesse stood and watched as the bright orange car disappeared from site.
     As they drove around the back roads they found a lot of areas were flooded, but so far all the roads were passable. After thirty minutes of driving the reached and area along Front river road. Hazzard Pond was on the left side of the road and the Mill Pond was on the right, only now both were merged together. The water flowing rapidly across the road. Bo stopped the car a few feet from the water, they saw a red sedan out in the middle of the water, though they paid little attention to other car.
     "Come on turn this thing around, we ain't gonna get no further going this way." Luke said.
     "Yeah okay." Bo said, just as he prepared to turn the car, he caught site of movement in the red car. "There is still people in that car."
Luke looked closer at the red car and saw Bo was right. Without speaking any words they decided to help the people that were trapped in the car. Luke opened the trunk and took out a heavy piece of rope.
     "Good thing we didn't take this out of the trunk." Luke said.
Luke securely fastened the rope to the grill protector of the General Lee. Then tied the other end around his waist. Luke carefully began to walk out into the water. He could feel the current trying to sweep him away, but determinedly walked out into the raging water.
     "You be careful Luke." Bo said, concern was obvious in his voice.
     "Always am." Luke responded.
    It took Luke several minutes to reach the other car. By which time the occupants were aware of there rescuers. In the car was a woman in her early thirties and her two young children, ages six and eight. Luke held on to the car tightly, as he untied the rope from his waist and tied it to the bumper of the car. He carefully climbed up onto the hood of the car, almost losing his hold on the slippery metal of the car. He motioned for Bo to pull the car back out of the water. Bo slid into through the driver's side window, and started to car. He tried to reverse, but couldn't get the other car to move at all. The General's back tires, sank into the soft mud of the dirt road as they spun around. Bo climbed back out of the car.
     "It is no use Luke, it won't budge." Bo yelled at Luke.
Luke nodded, he knew that he would have to bring the people back along the rope one at a time. He moved over to the slightly open back window, holding on tightly to the door frame.
     "Okay I am going to have to take you back one at time. We can't budge the car." Luke said.
The lady in the car nodded, fear was apparent in her eyes, but Luke could tell that she was trying to hide it to keep her children from becoming even more scarred then they were already. She carefully rolled the window down a little further, as far down as it could go before the water would start to pour in. She carefully handed out her little girl, who was six. The small girl wrapped her arms tightly around Luke's neck, and clung to him with fear, as she felt the water rushing around her. Luke could feel her small body trembling. He slowly, and carefully moved back to the rope. Pulling himself forward in small movements Luke finally made it make to solid ground, where Bo was waiting. Bo had got out a couple of old blankets from the trunk of the car. He wrapped one blanket around the little girl to start to dry her off, and picked her up and sat her on the hood of the General. Luke went back out into the rushing water for a second time.
     The lady in the car handed her second child, a young boy, to Luke. Luke carefully took a hold of the little boy and made his way back to the road. Bo took the boy from Luke and sat him on the hood the General next to his sister. The two children wrapped their arms around one another, as way of comforting each others fears. Bo watched as Luke made his way back out into the water for a third time. Bo felt a knot of worry clench at his stomach, he could sense that something bad might possibly soon happen, he hoped that Luke would hurry up and get back to where it was safe. Most all Dukes have a sixth sense when it comes to sensing that a member of the family is in danger, and for Bo and Luke that "bond" is even stronger. They are so close and preceptive of the other one, that many people mistake them for being brothers.
     The woman carefully made her way out of the car into Luke's strong arms. Her mind was racing with fear but she made her way to the rope, that hung in the water between the two cars. The rope was slippery and she almost lost her hold, but was caught by Luke. She was almost holding her breath as she continued to make her way back to the road.
     Suddenly a sound seemed to pierce through the air, breaking the silence that had seemed to settle across the land, the sound of the rope beginning to snap under the pressure.
     "You have to hurry I doubt this rope is gonna hold together much longer." Bo said, the knot of worry in his stomach had grown tighter.
With no further warning the rope snapped in half, just behind where Luke held it. Bo grabbed the rope with both hands and began to pull it in, the rope was pulling and sliding in his hands, burning the soft flesh. Bo gritted his teeth and took a deep breath and continued to pull the woman and Luke in. He could faintly hear the soft worried cries of the children, they sounded so distant to him, and not like they were just a few feet away. Luke could feel himself losing his hold on the wet slippery rope and tried to wind it around his wrist, there was only a few more feet to go, and Luke prayed that he could hold on that long. The woman was only a couple feet from Bo, he reached out with one hand, while firmly holding the rope with his other hand. He wrapped his hand firmly around her wrist, and she held on to him tightly as he pulled her the rest of the way in. As soon as her feet touched the ground she rushed over to her children and pulled them into and embrace. Bo continued to pull Luke in. Luke felt the rope slid from his hands. Bo watched with wide eyes, as Luke was swept away, he felt like his heart was in his throat. He dropped to his knees and softly whispered Luke's name as he watched him go under the waters surface and be swept away. Bo felt a soft hand on his shoulder.
     "I am so sorry about this. If it wasn't for you and your brother, I don't know what would've happened to me and my children."
Bo didn't bother to correct her and say that Luke was his cousin not his brother. Bo stood up and walked over to the CB to call Rosco for help.
     "I am Cindy Mayfield, these are my children Sally and Bishop." Cindy said, offering her hand for Bo to shake, as way of introduction.
     "Bo Duke." Bo said, his voice flat and distant sounding, as he shook her hand.
Bo leaned against the car, waiting impatiently for the sound of Rosco's sirens. In different circumstances he would have found it quite humorous that he was actually waiting for the sound of Rosco's, and not dreading it as normal. Though now he could only think of one thing, Luke was gone. Cindy was holding her children and looked up at Bo. His hands were folded together tightly, as though he was in prayer, she noticed that he had his hands folded so tightly together that his knuckles were starting to turn white. She could see tears shimmering in his eyes, and it looked like it was all he could do to keep from crying. She felt her heart squeeze with pity for this young man, who had just lost someone he was obviously very close to. Bo hung his head down closing his eyes tightly, a few tears coursed their way down his cheeks. The of Rosco's siren began to fill the air growing closer and closer.
     Rosco pulled his patrol to a stop just behind the General, mere inches from hitting it. He got out of his car and looked at the washed out road, then at the stranger and her two kids, finally his eyes rested on Bo. Rosco walked towards where Bo was standing.
     "All right what in the name of Sam Hill is going on here?" Rosco asked.
Bo barely raised his head and looked at Rosco, his eyes read from tears. Rosco looked puzzled as to what exactly was going on, and he wondered where Luke was, it so such a rare thing for there only to be one of the Duke boys, he couldn't even recall the last time he had saw one without the other. The lady stepped forward and told Rosco what had happened up until the Duke boys had arrived. Rosco walked over to Bo.
     "Where's Luke?" Rosco asked.
Bo lifted his head and looked at Rosco, a few tears still streaked his cheeks. "He . . . he was washed away by the water."
     "Oh . . ." Rosco said, his voice trailed off, his face held both a look of grief and pity. He looked at Bo. He could tell that Bo wasn't taking things very well. "I am sure he is Bo, we'll just search along the river I am sure that we will find him."
Bo sighed slightly. "Yeah, perhaps your right."
     "Well of course I am right. Ain't I always?" Rosco said in a joking voice.
Bo gave a small smile, though the smile wasn't reflected in his eyes. Rosco turned back to Cindy. Bo untied the rope from the front of the General and tossed it to on side.
     "Ma'am I'll take you are your children to Dr.Appleby, and get Cooter to tow your car out of the water." Rosco said ushering them into his patrol car.
Bo started to get into the car, he sat on the door panel for a moment, his hands visibly shaking. Rosco walked back over to him. He felt bad for Bo knowing how close he was to Luke, and going through the possibility of losing him was obvious extremely hard on him. He was always trying to frame the Duke boys into prison, but he never wanted nothing bad to happen to them, especially not something like this.
     "You okay?" Rosco asked.
Bo nodded. "Yeah I am fine. I got to get back to the farm and tell Uncle Jesse what happened."
     "Once I take them to the doc I'll come here and help you look for Luke. I am sure we will find him in no time." Rosco said.
Bo said nothing further and slid into the car. Rosco walked back over to his car and got in. He back the car down the road and turned around to head back into town. Bo sat for a moment staring at the ragging water, he prayed that Rosco was right and they would quickly find Luke and that he was okay. He knew that Luke was a strong swimmer, but wondered if it would matter in this kind off water, there was an obvious strong current. Bo took a dep breath and wiped the tears from his eyes. He turned the car around and speed back to the farm.
     Luke struggled to keep his head above the water, which he found was nearly impossible. The current kept dragging him under the surface of the water. He managed to keep his head for a couple minutes, he scanned his eyes along the bank of the ragging river to try to get a bearing as to where he was. The river was wide, the flooding making the bank even further away from Luke. Luke's mind spun frantically as he tried to think of a way to get out of the river. He figured that his family was probably looking for him. He thought that if he couldn't reach the bank of the river that he should at least find something to hang on to. He had tried to grab on to several small trees that had fallen into the river during the storm, but each time he had been to far away, or the current pulled him away at the last second. The current of the river acted like an undertoe as it went around a sharp bend, Luke fought it to keep from going under. A wave a water flooded into his mouth, he coughed and spit out the water, and momentarily lost his concentration at stay above the water, he felt his head slip under the deep waters of the river. He wasn't sure how long he was under, he could feel his mind slipping into blackness from the lack of oxygen. Finally the current subsided and Luke was able to resurface. Luke inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with much needed oxygen. He noticed another tree across the river, he prayed to himself that this time he would be able to grab hold. Luke grabbed hold of one of the branches, it felt slimy and extremely slippery. Luke tried to hold on tightly and pull himself more out of the water, and on to the tree. He could feel the current trying to pull him away from the tree. His wet clothing clung to his body like a tight glove. He pulled himself slightly out of the ragging river, he could feel his hands sliding on the slippery tree trunk. He felt himself lose his hold on the tree and tumble back into the water, the current immediately dragging him away. Luke felt his heart sink as the tree grew further away, he had been so close, he wondered if he would ever get out of this alive, then wondered if there was really anyone looking for him or if they already figured he was dead. He allowed his mind to wander with memories of the past as he was swept further down the river. Luke never even noticed the large rock that was in river, and that the current was pulling him towards it. Luke saw the rock at the last second before colliding solidly against in. He heard a loud crack, and from the pain that raced through his body he knew that he had broke at least one rib. Luke's mind started to become alive with fear, his body was trembling with fear and from cold. The current kept him pressed up against the large rock for a moment, pressing hard on his broken ribs, he could feel pressing against his lung. He moved his body in slow movements trying to relieve the pressure from his ribs. The current caught him from a different angle and he started to slid from under the rock. As he did his head struck the rock, with a silent thunk. A small streak of blood flowed down the side of his head. Luke felt darkness over take his mind as he slipped into unconsciousness. Luke's limp body was carried further down the stream by the current.
     Meanwhile, Bo arrived back at the farmhouse. Daisy was outside feeding the chickens.
     "Is there any orange paint left under all that dirt?" Daisy asked jokingly.
Bo barely even looked. "Is Uncle Jesse inside?"
     "Yeah he is." Daisy said, then noticed that Luke wasn't with Bo. "Where's Luke?"
     "Just c'mon inside and I'll tell you when I tell Uncle Jesse." Bo said.
Daisy could tell from the tone of Bo's voice that something was, and noticed for the first time how pale he looked. She followed him towards the house.
     "Are you okay?" Daisy asked.
Bo mumbled something in reply but Daisy couldn't make what exactly what he said.
     Jesse was working in the kitchen when Bo walked in, he immediately noticed that Bo looked extremely upset.
     "What's wrong Bo?" Jesse asked.
Daisy walked in behind Bo and closed the door.
     "Where's Luke?" Jesse asked.
     "I . . . I think y'all should sit down." Bo said, sitting down at the kitchen table himself.
Jesse and Daisy both sat down and looked at Bo, waiting for him to tell them what had happened. They wondered what could've happened that had Bo so upset and if Luke was okay.
Bo told them about the car and how Luke went out to save the people in the car and then how the rope had broke.
     "I tried to pull him in . . . but the current caused him to lose his hold on the rope or . . . something, and um . . . he was swept down the river." Bo said his voice slightly trembling.
Jesse and Daisy looked at Bo their eyes wide, unable to believe what Bo was saying. They both had tears in their eyes which they struggled to hold back.
     "Rosco said he'll help us look for Luke . . . Luke is a strong swimmer he is probably fine. We'll find him in no time and he'll be fine." Bo said.
     "I am sure you're right, Luke is fine." Jesse said, standing up from the table. "Now let's go find him."
Bo and Daisy nodded and stood up and followed Jesse outside.
     "We should take the jeep, it'll go over rough terrain better, if we have to." Daisy said.
They all got into the jeep and Bo speed back to where the river had swept Luke away.
     "This is where it happened." Bo said, images of Luke being swept away flashed through his mind.
Rosco pulled up at that moment and climbed out of his patrol, he seemed genuinely concerned for Luke's safety. They all set off in two teams of two, Jesse and Rosco in one team and Bo and Daisy in another. They walked along the swollen banks of the river, carrying long piece of rope they could use when they found Luke. They slowly walked alongside the river for several hours, until the sun began to fade, falling behind the horizon, bringing dusk to the land. Filled with worry that Luke had not made it out of the river alive, they met back at the cars, deciding to resume the search the next morning. Rosco left, heading back to town in his patrol car. The Dukes remained standing by the river for a little while longer. Bo tried to hide his tears, he blamed himself for what happened and knew he would never be able to get over the guilt if Luke turned up dead, or never at all. Daisy went and got into her jeep. Jesse put a hand on Bo's shoulder.
     "C'mon Bo there is nothing more we can do tonight, let's go back to the farm.
Bo bit back his tears and followed his uncle back over to the jeep. They drove in silence back to the Duke farm house.
     Luke's vision was blurry as he slowly opened his eyes, and he couldn't see much of anything in the darken of the day. His whole body cried out in pain, and dropped back down against the bank of the river, intermoungst weeds and old tree roots. He had no idea where he was or who he was. He called out for help but his voice was weak and barely above a whisper. He heard the sound of footsteps approaching and prayed whoever it was would find him.
     An woman in her late fifties, knelt down beside Luke, her eyes widened when she saw the young boy and she started to cry. Luke could only faintly make out the woman who was knelt beside him, to try to ask for her help, but himself to weak to talk and only managed to mouth the word ‘Help' before he slipped back into unconsciousness. The woman tried to wake Luke by gently shaking him, though her efforts were in vain. She looked around frantically from same way to get him back to her home, where she could tend to his injures. She stood up and brushed the dirt from her hand off on her pants and back towards the house as fast as she could. She came back moments later with a small trailer, that she could pull by hand, that she often used from transporting things around her land. It was completely dark by the time she managed to lift Luke onto the trailer, even though she not weak as she lived alone, and did all the work around her home and land, Luke was quite heavy, most of which was from muscle.
     Bo laid awake on his bed, staring over at Luke's empty bed, unable to sleep. The room seemed to quiet and empty without Luke, and reminded Bo of when Luke was in the Marines, the same feeling of not knowing if his cousin was even still alive. Exhaustion eventually took over his bad and he slipped into a restless sleep, haunted by a nightmare.