"Luke, I don't like this…. Just sittin' here doin' nothin'. Just waitin' for 'em to show up anytime…"

"Bo, don't get yerself worked up. It's only been a couple o' days. Sides, they ain't from Hazzard. There's no way they'd find their way here. This is the last place they'd look."

"Well, that may be," began Bo, staring at the piece of wood he'd been whittling on, "but what if they head out to the farm. Uncle Jesse and Daisy…."

"They're after us, Bo. 'Sides, you know Uncle Jesse and Daisy can take care o' things just fine if it came down to it."

Bo shook his head and continued whittling. What Luke said made a heck of a lot of sense. And, although he hated to admit it, Luke was usually right.

It was just before sun up the next morning when Luke was awakened by screams coming from Bo's bed.

Luke made his way over to Bo and shook him gently. "Hey, cousin, wake up. You're dreamin' again. Bo… c'mon Bo, wake up."

Bo opened his eyes and stared up at Luke. "What…?"

"You was dreamin'."

Bo sat up and took a deep breath, shuddering as he let it out.

"Was it the same dream you been havin' the past few nights?"

Bo nodded his head and swallowed.

"Ya wanna tell me about it?"

"No." It was already all too real.

Luke frowned, and then nodded. "Well, if ya change yer mind, let me know. He walked out of the room and into the kitchen and made himself a cup of coffee.

Bo didn't move. He couldn't get the dream out of his head. He was tired, but the last thing he wanted to do was sleep… the dream might come back. He got up out of bed and joined Luke in the next room.

"Breaker one… breaker one…. Might be crazy but I ain't dumb… Crazy Cooter callin' the Hazzard Net…. Either o' you Duke boys out there? Come back."

Luke picked up the old CB radio from a shelf in the kitchen. "We read ya, Crazy C, what's goin' on?"

"I hate t' tell ya, Luke, but no one has heard hide or hair of them fellas."

"Well, no news is good news, I guess," answered Luke.

"You got that right. How's ol' Bo, doin' these days, Lucas?"

Luke glanced outside. Bo was skimming stones into the Watkin's pond.

"Not so good Cooter. He hasn't slept more than a couple hours at a time since we came here."

"How come?"

"Nightmares. But he won't talk to me about 'em."

"Well, I'll keep ya posted. Give my best to Bo."

"Will do, thanks Cooter. Over and out."

"Sure was nice of Daisy to bring us over dinner like this," said Luke, unloading the picnic basket Daisy had brought over.

"Yeah," answered Bo. "I just hope she wasn't followed."

"Well, I don't see anyone. Do you?"

"No," muttered Bo. But that don't mean they're not there.

"Looks like Daisy left her purse," observed Luke, noticing the brown handbag on the kitchen table. "Hope she comes and gets it 'fore ol' Roscoe pulls her over for drivin' without a license."

"Yeah," agreed Bo absent-mindedly.

Ya know, I bet Bo would welcome getting pulled over by Roscoe and things bein' back to normal… dontcha think?