Author's Note: In "Me and You and, Well, We Have Bo Here," I mentioned a bit about Luke telling Bo to get lost, only to have him go literally lost. Sine so many asked me about it, I have written that story, and since it was requested to be a chapter story, it is. I am sorry for the chapters being so short though.

Big thanks to Earendil Eldar for beta work.

Disclaimer: The Duke Boys are not mine, I made up the names of the other drivers, but I don't own the Duke boys, not the General Lee. I promise that once I'm through with them, there will be nothing broken that a trip to Cooter's garage can't fix….


Chapter 3, It Is All My Fault….

Luke couldn't sleep, he lay awake in his bed, blanket pulled all the way to his chin, but he couldn't sleep. All he could think about was how dark it was outside, and how Bo was still out there, little Bo who was afraid of the dark. Sometimes he would crawl into Luke's bed with him. If he woke up in the middle of the night, he didn't like to go back to sleep if the room was all dark.

He missed saying good night to his little cousin, Bo was so cuddly, he wouldn't go to bed unless he got lots and lots of hugs and kisses. Luke really missed that right now, having those small and just a tad pudgy arms thrown around his neck as Bo planted a wet kiss to his face. Several of them, and he would smell of soap, and Luke would kiss him back, and he missed it so terribly right now.

He missed having that little tyke clambering up in his bed when he couldn't sleep in his own. He was always climbing up, he wasn't too small for his age, but he wasn't big enough to just get into Luke's bed, so he climbed, using the sheet, and occasionally Luke himself. He even missed the way Bo would press ice cold feet to his back in the middle of the night.

In the end Luke got up and climbed down in Bo's bed instead. For some reason he felt better there, as if he knew where Bo were.


Jesse held up his lantern high, looking around. It was past midnight, and still there was no trace of Bo. How long could a three year old boy survive out on his own in the forest? It was dangerous grounds for a small child. He could fall into a creek and drown, he could get attacked by a wild animal. Bo always tried to play with the goat, what if he saw a boar, or a snake?

There was no telling where he could go, and they hadn't found even a trace of him. They called for him all the time, but there was never any answer, no cheerful baby voice, not even the terrified scream of a frightened child.

He called the boy's name once more, and again, and again. They all called his name, Jesse could hear the others, but he couldn't hear Bo, and as the morning sun came up, Jesse thought that it had never looked so sad.

By lunch time he couldn't imagine that he would find Bo alive. He was too small, he had been gone for too long, and it had been too cold during the night. Every hour someone more had come to join the search, and they didn't give up.

Back at the farm Daisy was crying, and Luke was fighting tears, it was all his fault. He had shoed Bo away, and by now, he didn't dare to believe he was coming back. They had lost Bo for ever, and it was all his fault.

TBC

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