Bo was tired that night, but despite his best efforts, he could not go to sleep. So instead he lay there tossing and turning, struggling to find positions that were comfortable. But it seemed as if even the mattress was determined to keep him awake, jutting him with springs here and there that he wouldn't have noticed at other times.

Finally giving up, he rolled out of bed and went to his closet in search of clothes. Once he had dressed, he turned to look at the clock. It was 5 a.m.

When Luke said he would be late, Bo was very aware that late could mean anytime all the way up until morning sunrise, especially since he rarely got to see his Marine buddies anymore. He only hoped Daisy had been right when she suggested he may have visited the museums.

But then again, the museums would have closed hours ago.

He wanted to blame the call from Luke's buddy Vincent for the worry that had settled within him. But, to be honest, the presence or absence of that call didn't really matter. There was no denying the dreaded Duke gut feeling, it had set up long term residence inside Bo Duke, beginning at 8 o'clock the prior evening.

Tiptoeing to the living room, Bo picked up the phone to make sure there was a dial tone. It was there. Bo's worry went a little deeper when he realized that the authorities had every ability to contact them had they found his cousin….and the phone hadn't rang.

"Get the livestock fed."

Bo nearly jumped out of his skin to hear that voice coming out of the darkness. Fumbling, he found and flipped on the light switch, only to find Uncle Jesse sitting at the table.

"Uncle Jesse, I didn't know you's up."

"Well I knowd you were. That bed of yours squeaked so much with all that tossin' and turnin' you's doin' that I's 'bout convinced we had mice in the house 'fore I figured out what's goin' on." Jesse replied.

"I'm sorry." Bo apologized.

"Nothin' ta be sorry for. Luke's been gone long enough fer me to have been in there wakin' ya up anyway. Now go on and git the livestock fed so's as soon as it's light out me 'nd you can go out and start lookin' fer him."

"You're worried too? I thought you said we shouldn't worry until morning." Bo reminded him.

"Well, it's practically mornin'." Jesse replied, pointing to his foot. "Besides, my big toe's hurtin', and it ain't ached like this since that blizzard hit back in tha winter and all you kids was in trouble. Now stop jabberin' and go on. I'll fix us a quick breakfast."

Nodding, Bo grabbed a light jacket from the coat rack to protect himself from the chill of the early spring morning air. Trudging toward the barn, he arrived and filled Maudine's feed bin before he pulled out the chicken feed. As he scattered the food on the ground, the first hints of daylight began to appear as what was once areas of pitch blackness slowly began to lighten up. All the while, Bo kept looking down the long dirt road that led up to the Duke farm, hoping that a seldom borrowed black car would appear at any moment. But the only movements he saw were the birds as they left their nests, chirping in anticipation of the new day.

Finishing up the job, Bo went back to the house, where Jesse had prepared a simple breakfast of scrambled eggs and toast. Eating quickly, the men wrapped up what was left for Daisy, leaving a note as to where they were going. Closing the door softly behind them, they went out to the pickup truck as Jesse had made it clear over breakfast that he wasn't climbing in and out of the General during the search. As Bo drove away, Jesse picked up the CB, prepared to offer Rosco a courtesy wake up call.

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Bo wasn't the only one who had a restless night, Luke had too. Laying there with that woman's arm over him, he willed himself to remember her and the baby who lay in the crib next to him. But the only thing his hard concentration had gained him was a stronger headache. At about the same time Bo was crawling out of bed back at the Duke farm, Luke was finally drifting off to sleep.

Moments later, Kathleen Robinson opened her eyes. She thought he was never going to go to sleep. "Jeremy?" She whispered, to see if he would respond. "Jeremy?"

Satisfied that he was indeed asleep, she carefully climbed out of bed. Going over to the kitchen counter, she picked up the wallet she had dug out of Luke's pants before throwing them in the water. Putting on her shoes, she then picked up the single oil lamp that had been left on overnight. Softly opening the door, she looked back toward Luke and the baby to confirm that they were still asleep before she went outside.

Sitting on the front steps she turned up the lamp before she looked in the wallet. The first thing she did was pull out his driver's license.

"Luke Duke." She said aloud, examining the photo on the card. Reinserting it in the wallet, she dug further and came up with a copy of an insurance card for a 69 Dodge Charger, a fishing license, eighteen dollars in cash, and several photographs. Most were of girls his own age. One featured him along with another young man and girl who bore a slight resemblance to him, along with an elderly man in overalls. She assumed he must have been their grandfather. Another picture showed him and the same young man in front of an orange stock car with an 01 on the side. "That must be the orange he was thinking about." She told herself.

The final picture showed Luke again, this time dressed out in full military uniform. That confirmed his other memory. Apparently he had fought in the Vietnam War.

Extracting the money, she closed the wallet and sat on the steps a few minutes, thinking,

As a nurse, she had seen amnesia before. Most of the time it was temporary. As she had told Luke, most victims regained their memory once they were in familiar surroundings, close to their own things. Luke's memories told her that, with the right stimulation, his full memory could come back quite easily.

Standing up, she looked back toward the little ramshackle house once again. It certainly wouldn't win the Better Homes and Gardens house of the Year award, but inside was a sweet baby, and a seemingly loving man, a little family anyone would be lucky to be a part of, and Kathleen considered herself very lucky indeed. The family she had always wanted had been created, and she wasn't about to let anything destroy it.

So, with that in mind, she turned and walked to the old well at the equally old homestead. Arriving there, she held Luke's wallet over the opening, and stood listening until a faraway splash was heard, destroying all things familiar any evidence Luke Duke would be able to find on his true identity.

I don't know about ya'll, but I feel like givin' somebody a goooooooooood spankin'.