Beau and Oakley woke up the next morning not wanting to leave his apartment because deep down inside Oakley knew that Justin and Brantley would be back at the Airstream and that she didn't like that one bit. They loaded up into his truck reluctant when she saw Brantley's truck their next to hers. She exhaled as she got out of the truck and already her motion from the inside of the Airstream. Beau met her at the front of his truck and wrapped his arm around her shoulders walking right behind her into the Airstream. Oakley grimaced at the sight of Brantley and Justin sitting on the couch, Justin hanging all over each other.

"Alright Brantley, time for you to go home I need to talk to talk to my sister." Oakley placed her hands on her hips tapping her fingers on the bones.

"Oaky, I -"

"Don't call me that, you don't know me well enough yet. As a matter a fact your probably gonna wish you never met me, Gilbert."

Brantley kissed Justin's forehead before walking to stand toe to toe with Oakley. Justin was stunned at this act of bravery knowing Oakley was quite a terrifying image that reminded her so much Grammy it wasn't even funny. "Oakley, I'm sorry. I should have never done this to Justin, but now I'm gonna treat her right. I know it'll take a while for me to get back in your good graces, if I ever was even there but I'll grow on you and do right, I promise you that." He walked outside at that point as Oakley turned her attention to Justin.

"Justin Charlene! How on earth could you do this! What would Daddy say!"

Justin shivered and hugged her knees to her chest. "I know Oakley, I shouldn't have done it."

"I have half a mind to send you back home! You know that?! You just broke up someone else's relationship, an engagement none the less. Oh, what Grammy would say if she saw you now." Oakley turned around pacing a bit holding her head in her hand.

"I know, Oaky. I never meant to hurt nobody I just love him so much."

"Justin you don't even know what love is. Love could spit in your face and you'd have no idea it was love."

"I do know what love is! I see you with Beau and I wish I had everything you two had and now I got it and you're not gonna scare me away from it or scare him away from me! Brantley Gilbert is the greatest thing that has ever happened to me and I love 'em."

"Well somebody is sure feeling big in her britches now." Oakley said glaring at Justin and felt Beau wrap his arms around her waist. She watched Justin run outside and then heard her phone ring as Beau walked out after her feeling a need for a cigarette.

Oakley answered her phone to her sister on the other end. She was just three years younger than Justin and was fighting back sobs through the receiver. "Daddy, daddy's dead, Oak. You and Justin need to come home."

Oakley's face went into full shock as she dropped the phone to the ground with Sylvia still sobbing through it saying Oakley's name over and over again.

At that moment Beau walked in to see her the way she was. "Oakley, what is it what's wrong?"

She bursts into tears and ran to the back of the trailer. Beau picked up the phone that was laying on the ground and talked to the younger sister, nodding his head in agreement and repeating very quick "yeahs," over and over again till they both hung up.

He sat down on that pink couch and hung his head as he took off his cowboy hat, rubbing his head till the door opened and Justin walked in.

"What's wrong with you Beau?" She looked at him in worry.

Beau looked at her with great pain in his eyes for what he was about to have to tell her.

"Where's Oakley?" Justin backed away from him after shutting the door looking at him in fear.

"She's back there. I got something to tell you Justin."

Justin stood there still slightly in terror. "What is it, Beau what's wrong?" She asked knowing she didn't really wanna know the answer.

"It's your daddy. He died this afternoon, Jus." Beau said hanging his head again.

"You're lying."

"I wish I was. Oakley just got the phone call." Before he even got it out of his mouth Justin was already in the back of the trailer hugging her sister and crying hysterically into her shoulder.

"He can't be Oakley! He just can't be!"

Oakley sat shushing and rocking her while she ran her fingers through her hair. She looked up to Beau as he walked through the curtain still cradling her sobbing sister as she listened to him speak.

"Me and Brantley will start loading you two's stuff up. Take as much time as you need."

She nodded in response as he walked out of the trailer and began getting everything ready for them to go.

She pushed Justin's still quivering body away from her and looked in her sister's eyes. "We'll leave tonight sis. Be there by tomorrow evening, it'll be ok."

Justin nodded as she stood and wiped her eyes.

"Gotta be strong now, Justin. Get your stuff ready so we can leave quick. We gotta get going."

She watched her still sobbing sister begin to get things together and decided to walk outside and just take a few minutes for herself, staring in the great big sky and wondering why this happened.

Beau looked up to see her there and walked over to wrap his arms around her. "Want me to go with you?" He said burying his chin in her hair.

"No, me and Justin have to handle this on our own."

He released her slightly shocked at her answer, but unable to speak.

"I'm sorry, Beau. I just, I gotta worry about Justin right now and, and daddy. I gotta be strong for him and her." Turning to him hugging herself and staring at the ground trying to comfort herself at the thought of what she was about to do.

"Ok, you're coming back though, right?"

"I-I don't know." She turned back around feeling the tears well up in her eyes and she looked down at the ground and forced them back.

"You can only be strong for so long Oak. I can go with you, I will go with you, you know that. You need someone there for you, to be your rock, to be strong for you."

"No, I don't I can handle this, I'm fine."

Justin stumbled out at that point and hugged Brantley once again sobbing.

Beau hugged Oakley once more. "You come back to me, Oakley Gunn. Don't make me hunt you down."

Oakley nodded into his flannel shirt as she pushed away from him and made her way to the driver seat of the old red Ford and Justin sadly climbed into the passenger seat and they took off in the direction of Georgia.

A few hours later as the sun rose over the horizon Oakley looked over to her tear stained sleeping sister and smiled a bit and then thought about what she was leaving behind. Her eyes began to water at the thought of Beau. She would probably never see him again. The tears flowed down her cheeks at this point as she thought of her daddy and how much she loved him. She began to sob uncontrollably but tried her best to remain quiet so she didn't wake her sister. She had to be the rock now, she had to be the one Justin could look to for guidance and reassurance. She stared at the long lonely road ahead as she drove and still thought of what all she was losing and had lost. The tears still fell from her eyes as the sun began to shine brighter on her. She turned the radio up a bit and began to cry a little bit harder as she sang along with Tim McGraw and Taylor Swift, singing "Highway don't Care."

Oakley nudged Justin as the pulled off the exit and into the little town they called home. Ellabell was a small town outside of Savannah, Georgia, it was a farm town some what and of course the Gunn's fit right in raising horses and cows on their ranch there. Justin and Oakley spent all their lives there with their daddy, Charlie. He always told them the story of how he got their family home which he bought "for just a few nickels," as he always put it. Charlie found the farm with that little paneled mid 50's three bedroom house a perfect home for him to one day have a family with his wife at the time Oakley and Justin's mother, Trish. Trish hated the idea of that being the home she was going to live in, she really hated every idea Charlie had but just went along with it, she couldn't complain since she was use to much worse conditions. Charlie worked constantly on that old house, making renovations all the time, as a matter of fact Oakley cut her hand on a saw when she was one while he was renovating the kitchen, she had to get stitches it was so bad. By the time it was finished Oakley was one and Trish was pregnant with Justin. Charlie was more than excited to move in and make it even more special with his little girl. That old house was as beautiful on the outside as the inside, with the big front porch that almost stretched around to the screened in back porch. With its three bedrooms, decent size kitchen, and living room big enough to fit the dining room table in too it was the perfect home for Charlie's future plans of a big family. He even put a few improvements into it going as far as create a master bathroom for the master bedroom, a huge walk-in-closet as well and jack and jill bathrooms for the other two bedroms.

Trish was never happy with the house, she was never happy until she finally left. Leaving a little two year old, newborn, and Charlie all alone. Luckily Charlie immediately called in reinforcements so he would be able to work and that was his mama who the girls fondly called Grammy. Grammy and Oakley spent the most time together, in the kitchen and the garden. Oakley learned a lot of new lessons from Grammy, especially how ladies were suppose to act. Justin tended to be wilder and more free spirited than Oakley, and on occasion it would rub off on her older sister as it does now, but Oakley was much like Grammy and stern in her ways. When she turned five her life took a terrible turn for her, Charlie married Cheryl. She moved in and was actually pretty loving and kind to Oakley and Justin and much like the mother they should have known, until she got pregnant, it was all down hill from that point. When she was 13, Oakley her daddy was forced to put her and the other three girls in the same room together and all the boys got her old room. Luckily during the summer Oakley and Justin got to sleep out on the back porch, because they were the oldest, it was much better and much more room out on the back porch, and Oakley could always sneak out and go ride her beloved horse. "Those were the good times," Oakley said as she pulled the truck and airstream into the driveway, of that old house, still standing stronger than ever but looking sadder than it ever had. She smiled at the site of the house and the old barn where daddy kept their horses and four wheelers and anything else he could stick in there but as soon as she scanned across the yard to see Cheryl standing on the front porch her smile turned to a frown.

She stood on the front porch staring across daddy's ranch at all the people dressed in black. Like any southern family after the funeral all the guests came back to the house for lunch. Justin was still broken into pieces and was locked up in her room. She heard the crackling of the rocks, thinking it was just another person come to share their stories of her daddy and share their condolences she tried to ignore it as she watched all the little kids play, but something told her to look up. And when she did her eyes became teary again at the sight of that familiar blue Ford making its way down towards the house and the two men that were bouncing around in it. She darted down the steps in it's direction, of course catching some crazy looks from everyone that she had been watching, as it slammed on it's brakes and Beau jumped out from the driver seat wrapping his arms around Oakley as she jumped into his. He kissed her cheek as they stood there holding each other in the drive way and her tears puddled on his shoulder.

"I couldn't let you go, Oak. I can't let you go through this alone."

She hugged him tighter as they stood there, or Beau stood there since she was about a foot off the ground, and continued to let the tears flow until she pulled away and smiled at him. "I'm happy you came."

He used his thumbs to wipe her tears, smiling back at her and taking her hand as they made their way back to the house. Being stopped by a short bald older man as they topped the stairs. "Are you Oakley Gunn?"

She looked at him confused, "Yes?"

"I need to talk to you in private if you don't mind."

She nodded and looked back at Beau as she made her way in the house and led the man to her daddy's bedroom. She dreaded stepping there, seeing his room without him in it. She felt the emptiness overwhelm her as she stepped in and just exhaled deeply. She had hoped that maybe on the other side of the threshold he would be sitting there strumming on his guitar but he wasn't.

"It was your daddy's wishes for me to only share this with you." The man said handing her a letter as she turned towards him and pulling out a envelope he would keep as well. "He wanted you to read that before I read you his will. He only wanted you present for this, he also has a letter for your sister Justin in there."

She nodded as she opened her envelope and tears welled in her eyes as she read the words that were written in her father's hand writing. It read.:

My Darling Oakley,

You have always been the strong one and looked out for your younger siblings. I just want you to know how proud I am of you and Justin for chasing the dreams you two have had since you were just little weeds. You always wanted to travel and her, you know your sister. She has always wanted to be a singer, She'll get there if you two keep going like your going. All I want for you to do is be happy Oaky, whatever makes you happy go do it. Whether its being a mother, wife, or a self proclaimed gypsy who plays in the bars of towns she stops in. Just always wear your smile that I've always loved to see and never forget where you come from and how much your daddy loves you. Watch out for your sister and take care of her. You're in charge of her now, keep her straight and don't forget to give her all the love I gave both of you.

Love,

Your Daddy.

The tears spilled onto the paper as she stood there holding staring at it for a moment before putting it back in the envelope before looking at the little man and nodding letting him know to continue.

"Seems your daddy wanted you to have his house and all the contents of it. Justin will get his truck, and all of you kids will spilt what money he had."

"Cheryl? She doesn't get anything?"

He shook his head, "When your daddy made this will up last year him and her were having a hard time, still were till the day he died if I remember right. All she gets is your younger siblings. He also left you responsible for setting up savings accounts for each of them that she couldn't touch. He wants all his kids to have what they deserve." He said patting her on the shoulder.

She shook her head to clear the shock for a moment and walked out of the room and into the girl's room where she found Justin. Brantley was there with her comforting, he had rode in with Beau and was just as happy to see Justin as Beau was to see Oakley. He decided to leave the room as he looked at Oakley's face but refused to leave without a kiss from Justin. Oakley sat on the foot of her sister's bed not wanting to stare at her as she spoke.

"You get daddy's truck."

"I do?"

"Yeah, he put it in his will."

"What do you get?"

"This place."

"Cheryl?"

"She get's nothing, we have to split all his money between all us kids and put it in savings accounts for the younger ones so she can't get it."

Justin sat up and scooted to the end of her bed to sit behind her sister. "She's gonna be pissed."

"Yeah, the best part is I have to tell her."

Oakley stood, leaving the letter her daddy wrote Justin on her bed, and walked out of her sister's room, and decided it was best for her to get some fresh, she made her way outside on the back porch, letting the old wood screen door slam into its place, she sat next to Beau who was out there smoking a cigarette and swinging in the swing her daddy had made. She rested her head on his chest and exhaled sharply. "I have to tell Cheryl she gets nothing from daddy."

Beau ran his fingers through her hair. "How do you intend on doing that?"

"I have no idea."

"Well looks like you'll be dealing with this one on your own, babe." He said putting his cigarette out in the ashtray that sat on a little green metal table next to the swing.

"You're a lot of help. I guess I'll just walk up to her and tell her, Cheryl, daddy put in his will that you don't get anything. If you have a problem with it you can ask the little bald fat man walking around here, he is apparently the lawyer and told me to tell you. I guess me and Justin aren't the only ones scared of her."

"What do you mean I don't get anything?" Cheryl stomped her way around the edge of the porch and then up the stairs, right into the face of the cowering Oakley.

"Daddy put in his will that all of us kids get everything."

Her stepmother growled at her a bit. "I better get something."

"You can get off her porch is what you can do." Beau stood up causing Cheryl to take a few steps back.

"Oakley has been through enough without you bullying her more. Just get outta here before you embarrass yourself in front of all the fine people of this community that have come here to remember her dad, not to hear about how you didn't get any of his stuff which apparently he didn't think you deserved." He sat back down throwing his arm around Oakley as Cheryl stood there in shock for a minute then stomped angrily away. Oakley heard the gravel slinging as Cheryl and the other kids pulled out of the driveway and she finally exhaled the breath she had been holding for so long and relaxed into Beau resting her head on his chest. "What do you think about moving here, Beau?"

"What do you mean, Oak?"

"I mean me and you living here, raising a family in my daddy's house."

"What about California, the airstream, and Justin?"

"I'm giving Justin the airstream. We can always go back to California, I just don't wanna lose this place. I don't wanna sell it, my daddy built most of it, this house wouldn't be what it is today if he hadn't spent a few nickels on it. I grew up in this house. This back porch is where he taught me how to play the guitar and all them old songs."

He kissed the top of her head. "Guess we'll move back here then. I'm sure I can find a job somewhere and Bobby said his place is always open to me and you."

As every one began to leave, Justin and Brantley decided to move to the back porch with Beau and Oakley to watch the sunset.

"Justin, I got something to tell you." Oakley said smiling at her sister.

"What is it, sis?"

Oakley threw the keys to the airstream at Justin watching all those years of softball come in handy as she caught them without even a thought.

"She's yours now Justin. Take care of her."

Justin's eyes began to water as she looked at the key ring that laid in her hand.

"Oakley I thought we were doing this together?"

"It's time for me to settle down a bit, Justin. You get to take the reins now, with Brantley at your side." She smiled and wrapped her arm around Beau. "Me and Beau will be right here, I'm gonna take care of daddy's house and make him proud of what I turn it into."

"B-b-but we're a duet? I'm not much of a duet without you, Oaky."

"Justin, you were made to perform. You know and I know it just like daddy knew it. He wouldn't want you to waste that staying stuck here with me. You gotta grow your own wings now chickadee."

"I don't know if I can do it without you Oakley."

"You won't be alone, you'll have Brantley and I'll always be with you. This is your dream Justin, it's what you were made for. I wasn't made to perform like you were, you go out there and make daddy proud of you. Go get 'em Patsy Cline Jr." She stood up and kissed her sister on the forehead as she made her way into the house and up to her room to sulk a bit into her pillow. It broke her heart to let her sister go, but she knew Justin could make it. Justin was strong and able to handle herself a lot like Oakley. She shuddered as she felt the warmth of an arm wrap around her waist and pull her back into his chest. Beau kissed her cheek and laid there holding her and letting her sulk in silence, till she flipped around to face him and kiss his lips. "Did I do the right thing."

"Only you and Justin can decide if it was right or not, Oak."

She laid her head against his head as she thought back on Justin and how amazing she was on stage and how she had always thought Justin was so much better at it than she was. She giggled and smiled knowing her sister was going to make it and knowing that she would do an amazing job becoming the next Patsy Cline. Daddy always called the duo Patsy and Loretta, they were just that close. Oakley never felt much like a Loretta but she knew Justin was Patsy and was so proud of her little sister.