Here's the next chapter… sorry it's short, but I wanted to get it posted…. Jordy
Bo was sitting on the front porch the next night, staring at the stars, when Luke quietly sat down beside him. Bo said nothing. He just continued to stare at the dark sky.
"Bo, what's wrong?"
"I don't wanna talk about it, Luke."
Luke put his hand on Bo's shoulder. "Bo, c'mon… ya can tell me… what's eatin' ya?"
Bo quickly turned his head away from Luke, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand to keep from crying.
"Bo, look here. I know ya haven't been sleepin' good. Why not tell me 'bout it? Maybe I can help."
Bo turned and faced Luke, his eyes full of anger and sadness.
"Can ya turn back time, Luke? Can ya change the past?" asked Bo in a desperate tone.
"No," muttered Luke, "I wish I could."
"Luke, I can't tell ya…"
"Why not?"
Bo looked down, but did not answer.
"Just tell me, Bo, please?" pleaded Luke.
"You died, Luke. They came after you and killed you… and I… I couldn't save you. I tried, Luke…. I tried… but… you died… you just died right in my arms… and I couldn't do a thing about it!" cried Bo, trembling.
"Bo, it was just a dream. I'm right here. Ain't nothin' gonna happen t' me… or you. It was just a dream… you been worryin' too much is all," consoled Luke.
"Luke, if somethin' were t' happen…."
"Ain't nothin' gonna happen, Bo. It was a bad dream. That's all."
Bo wasn't convinced. It was so real… too real. He could see it happening. But he decided not worry Luke anymore about it.
"Yeah, I guess you're right, cousin," mumbled Bo, "it was just a dream." He pushed himself up from the porch. "I'm tired, so I'm gonna hit the hay. G'night."
"G'night, Bo," returned Luke. "See ya in the mornin'."
Now friends, I don't know 'bout y'all, but that dream of Bo's has got me jumpier than a cricket on a hot tin roof. I just hope Luke was right and that it was nothin' but a ba-a-ad dream. Stick around, ya hear?