Bo lay on the bed, laboring to breathe, his eyes shut as he thrashed around a bit.

"Everybody relax, I think he's just having a nightmare." Luke said, holding his hand up as he entered the room. He quickly walked to Bo's bed and lay a hand on his shoulder.

"Bo." He said softly. "Bo, wake up."

Bo continued to thrash around, his arm swinging out and knocking the alarm clock off the stand.

"Bo. Wake up!" Luke said more firmly this time.

Bo gasped and sat straight up in the bed, his eyes opening. He looked around with a wild expression for just a few moments before fully realizing he was in his room. Once he did, he took a deep breath and looked up at Luke.

"Just relax. You had a bad dream." Luke assured him.

"You….you can say that again." Bo replied, swallowing and taking another deep breath.

"You think you're gonna be okay, Bo?" Jesse asked from the door.

Bo looked toward his uncle and noted his worried expression. "Yeah, Uncle Jesse. I'm okay now."

Jesse offered him a slight nod. "Alright then. Well, you can go back to sleep if you want to, or you can come on to the table. Breakfast is ready."

"Yes sir." Bo replied, getting out of bed. He was plenty awake now.

Luke gave him a pat on the arm. "I'll go back to the kitchen and leave you to get dressed."

Bo simply nodded as everyone went back to the table. Going over to his closet, he pulled out a blue t-shirt and slipped it on before changing out of his pajama bottoms into his signature jeans. Finally slipping his yellow shirt on, he opened the door and joined the family at the table.

"Everybody ready?" Jesse asked, folding his hands.

Each responded with a nod, folding their hands and bowing their heads.

"Dear Lord, we thank the for your blessin's today, for the rain and for the food, and we continue to thank you father for bein' with Bo last week and keepin' him safe and sound. Amen."

"Amen." They all said in unison.

Immediately after, they all passed the bowls around. Jesse eyed his youngest nephew, waiting until he had started eating to ask what he wanted to.

"Say Bo, that must've been some dream you had in there." He began.

He watched as Bo stopped chewing momentarily before he continued. He then swallowed and looked at his Uncle.

"Um, yeah." Bo replied, looking as if he were thinking back on it. "It was awful, Uncle Jesse. You's in it."

"I was?" Jesse asked.

"Yep. You, Daisy, and Luke here. We's all over at the lake on a boat and it come up a big storm. They's lighnin' all around us. We paddled and paddled but couldn't never get to shore. It's horrible."

"Oh." Jesse replied, secretly relieved. He had been afraid Bo was having dreams about the Horace and Charlie incident, but apparently it was just a random nightmare. "Well we'll just have to make sure to listen to the weather reports 'fore we go out on the lake anymore, huh?"

"Yeah, I guess so." Bo replied with a slight chuckle before he took another bite.

"Say fellas." Daisy began, wrapping her arm around Enos'. "With all this rain there ain't gonna be much to do on the farm. Why don't ya'll come over to the Boar's Nest with me and help with the paintin'? That way it'll get done faster and me and Enos can go to the drive in over in Capitol City tonight."

"Help you paint? Well what's in it for us?" Bo complained.

"The satisfaction of knowing you helped your cousin of course." Daisy replied.

"Is that all?" Luke asked.

"What do you mean 'is that all?' Isn't that enough?"

Bo and Luke replied by shaking their heads.

Daisy laughed a bit. "Then don't worry about it. I'll just tell Suzanne and Lilly that ya'll couldn't make it."

"Wait a minute! Suzanne and Lilly?" Bo asked, he and Luke perking up as the names of their latest pursuits were presented.

"Yeah. Didn't you know? They're coming over to help me today."

Bo grinned mischievously. "I'll be there!"

"Me too." Luke agreed.

Uh huh. Don't ya'll think it was no coincidence that Daisy had Suzanne and Lilly come in to help her. She ain't dumb.

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Later that night, around three, Luke was in the kitchen drinking a glass of water and looking out the window, admiring the moonlit fields. He hoped that Jesse would consider it too wet to work in the fields the next day, since it had rained most of the previous one. Luke had missed out on his chance to rest when Daisy's little paint job turned into an all day affair.

After he had set the glass in the sink and was tiptoeing back to his room, he heard what sounded like a struggle coming from within.

"Bo?" He asked, quickening his pace.

Some of their neighbors had reported a prowler in recent days, and since the boys always kept the window cracked a wee bit, Luke imagined that the prowler may have targeted the farmhouse, entering through their room.

He arrived in the room to make out the form of Bo grunting and thrashing. Remembering that Bo had Tommy Vineyard's baseball bat from the Frothy Camp propped in the corner, he grabbed it up and turned on the light, preparing to attack the prowler.

Instead, he found Bo all alone, apparently in the midst of another frightening dream.

"Bo." He whispered, setting the baseball bat back down and going to his cousin. "Bo you're dreaming."

"Lemme alone!" Bo replied, although Luke wasn't quite sure if he was talking to him or to an unknown perpetrator in his own mind.

"Bo, wake up!" Luke commanded softly.

Again, the younger Duke sat straight up in bed. Looking around wildly, his eyes settled on Luke.

"Ah Luke." Bo sighed, taking a corner of his sheet and wiping his forehead. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up."

"You didn't. I's already awake." Luke replied as Bo continued to take deep breaths. "You okay now?"

"Yeah." Bo replied, looking at Luke's gaze that held an unasked question that needed answering.

"It's another dream about the lake. Must have my mind on all that rain we had."

"Yeah, that must be it." Luke replied, nodding a bit. Although he was starting to have his doubts, he figured if there was anything else going on, Bo would talk to him when was ready.

"Listen Luke, be a pal and don't tell Uncle Jesse about this, huh? I saw the way he's lookin' at me this morning and there ain't nothin' to worry about, so let's not give him a reason to start up."

Luke looked him over one more time before he sighed and nodded. "Okay, Bo. You sure you're alright?"

"Go!" Bo replied, pointing to Luke's bed. He then settled back down on his pillow and watched as Luke turned off the light and got back in bed himself. Not long after that, Luke was snoring.

But Bo didn't go back to sleep that night. He lay awake, thinking.

Thinking about the worried expressions on Jesse and Luke's faces.

And wondering why he couldn't sleep without finding himself back in that dang coffin.

I feel sorry for ole' Bo goin' through that, but I'll feel more sorry for him if Jesse finds out he's lyin' about them dreams. 'Cause if he does, folks, that's when the fertilizer's gonna hit the fan.