A man by the name of Douglas Steed, arrived in Hazzard that morning, to most he would appear to be a drifter but he had come to Hazzard on purpose, one single reason, there was a crow in Hazzard.  Douglas was one of the few people who knew of the existence of crows, and more importantly he also knew how to end the life of a crow. He overheard many conversations on who this crow was, and knew that most seemed to think that it was not the person that had returned but an evil demon, and knew that would make his job much easier as his intentions were to do away with the crow. Douglas had short black hair, that was nearly black and his eyes nearly were a perfect match in colour. He had a heavy English accent and outward appearances made him seem to be very much the gentleman, though in reality he was anything but. He walked over to group of Hazzard citizens, among which was Cooter Davenport, who were discussing Luke’s return, deciding it was time to set his plan in motion.
    “I could not help but overhear your conversation. Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Douglas Steed. I came here in search of the crow.” Douglas said.
    “A crow?” Cooter asked, thinking this man was crazy.
    “Yes, but not a crow in the way you think.” Douglas said. “I actually overheard you discussing him.”
    “Oh really?” Cooter questioned.
    “Yes, you see a crow is a demon from the darkest depths of hell. They come here using the appearance of a recently departed soul.” Douglas lied.
    “That explains what is going on, ‘cause this thing . . . crow, you are talking about looks like Luke Duke.” Cooter said.
    “So I overheard. Time is of the essence, I must find and destroy this demon, before he destroys the lives of many.” Douglas said.
    “No idea where he is. The only one who would possibly know is his younger cousin, Bo.” Cooter said.
    “He believes the lies of a demon?” Douglas questioned. “Crows often feed off of those that were close to the departed soul, feeding off of the pain they felt for losing a loved one. They possess the mind of such and innocent and it is never long before they are lost to the evil.”
    “So we have to get Bo away from that demon or he’ll be lost?” Cooter asked.
Douglas nodded. “Though it may already be too late to save him.”
     “Well we have to try.” Cooter said. “Actually if we could get Bo, Luke . . . I mean that crow might come, if he is trying to trick Bo into thinking his Luke.”
     “If his cousin would’ve came the crow will most definitely appear.” Douglas said, thinking it would be easier then he thought to get this crow, with the perfect bait, after all it was still the person that everyone had always known. “Do you have a place we could contain Bo?”
     “Would the jail work?” Cooter asked.
     “Not really. Perhaps the top of that clock tower.” Douglas suggested pointing to the highest point of Hazzard County.
     “How would we keep in there though?” Cooter asked.
     “A cage.” Douglas asked.
     “I don’t know . . . I don’t like the thought of locking Bo in no cage, after all he is a friend of mine.” Cooter said.
     “If he is even the same person anymore, the crow may have already destroyed him.” Douglas said.
Cooter nodded. “We can have everything set up in about an hour. We can go to the Duke farm, Uncle Jesse might know where Bo is . . . of we will have to wait for Bo to return.”
Douglas nodded. “Very well, I will meet you at the top of the clock tower in one hour.”
Douglas walked away, an evil smile spread across his lips at each it had been to deceive these ignorant people.
     Cooter, and three other citizens of Hazzard Paul Jones, Jamie McLoude, and Peter Myers, headed to the Duke farm, intent on finding Bo and bring him to town to use him as “bait.” Cooter knocked loudly on the door at the Duke farm, but there was no answer. Jesse was sitting inside looking through an old photo album, and he wasn’t much in the mood for any kind of company so he chose to ignore the knocking on the door. Cooter persisted to knock on the door, and Jesse soon grow tired of the knocking and through the book down and went to answer the door.
     “Sorry to disturb you, but this is urgent.” Cooter said.
Jesse just stared at the four men, all of which were around Bo and Luke’s age.
     “What do you want?” Jesse asked in a gruff voice.
     “We want Bo.” Jamie said.
     “What for?” Jesse asked.
     “Because someone came to town that can help him.” Cooter said.
Jesse looked at the young man, who had been a life long friend of the boys. “What do you mean?”
     “He heard about . . . Luke’s so called returned.” Cooter said.
     “That thing ain’t Luke.” Jesse said firmly.
     “We know that. He told us what that thing is, and if we don’t do something quickly we lose Bo to this evil creature.” Cooter said. “It is possessing Bo’s mind.”
     “So this fellow can help Bo?” Jesse asked.
Peter nodded. “Because this creature . . . he called it a crow, will try to come and get Bo and when it ends this creatures life Bo will be okay.”
     “Do you know where he is?” Paul asked.
Jesse shook his head. “No he took off quite early this morning, after Daisy left.”
     “Perhaps we should wait here and see if he returns.” Cooter said.
Jesse stepped to one side and allowed them to enter, he wasn’t sure how keen on the idea he was to have Bo used as bait against this demonic creature, but felt it was the only way to save his young nephew.
 Bo arrived home a short time later and was surprised to see Cooter and the others sitting with his uncle in the front room.
     “What’s goin’ on?” Bo asked.
     “We came to help you.” Cooter said.
     “Well I don’t exactly need your help.” Bo said.
     “See you do you have been tricked by a demon.” Cooter said.
     “What do you know about it?” Bo said.
     “We know that what you think is your cousin ain’t, it is a demon and it has possessed your mind.” Cooter said.
     “That’s a lie.” Bo said.
     “It is the truth Bo.” Jesse said.
     “No it ain’t.” Bo said. “Why do you think that Luke is a demon.”
     “It ain’t Luke it is a crow.” Cooter said.
Bo looked at Cooter with disbelief, wondering how he knew about the crow. “Where did you hear that?”
     “There is guy that came into town and he knows all about crows and their evil ways.” Paul said.
     “A crow is not evil.” Bo said.
     “You knew Luke is a crow?” Jesse asked. “How could you still stand up for him then you knew it ain’t Luke.”
     “That is not true. I don’t know what this guy told you about crows, but it is a lie because it is Luke and he is not evil.” Bo said.
Cooter stood up and approached Bo. “It is the truth, I know you are trying to denying it because you want to believe that Luke came back, but you know better then anyone that Luke is dead.”
     “He may be dead but that don’t keep him from coming back.” Bo said.
Cooter placed a hand on Bo’s shoulder. “We have been good buddies as long as I can remember and all I want to do is help you.”
     “And just how do you plan on helping me?” Bo asked.
     “By breaking you free from this demon’s hold.” Cooter said.
     “There is no hold by no demon so I guess I don’t need your help.” Bo said and went to pull away from Cooter but his friend’s grasp was too tight. “Let go of me.”
     “We are doin what is best for you and everyone.” Cooter said.
     “What do you plan on doing?” Bo asked, feeling a twinge of worry.
     “The demon will come for you and when it does it will be destroyed.” Cooter said.
     “You can’t do that.” Bo said.
     “The stranger to Hazzard knows how to kill a crow.” Peter said.
     “YOU CAN’T DO THAT!” Bo yelled. “I won’t allow you to kill Luke.”
     “It is not Luke, it is a demon.” Cooter said.
     “You’re wrong about that.” Bo said.
     “You have been tricked by his lies.” Cooter said.
     “How do you plan on catching him?” Bo asked.
     “With you as bait.” Jamie said.
Bo paled, he knew that if they used him as bait that Luke would come and he hated the thought of being the cause of his cousin’s downfall.
     “Uncle Jesse, you can’t let the do this.” Bo said.
     “It is for the best. I am not going to lose you too.” Jesse said.
     “Uncle Jesse, please.” Bo begged.
Jesse just shook his head, and stood up leaving the room not wanting to watch them take Bo away.
     “C’mon, Bo, just come along peacefully.” Cooter said.
     “Not a chance.” Bo said and struggled free from Cooter’s hold.
He made a run for the door but was grabbed by Jamie. Bo struggled but couldn’t break free. Paul sank the tip of a needle into Bo’s right arm, injecting a clear substance into his blood stream.
     “What?” Bo questioned, his body suddenly feeling weak.
     “It’s a sedative.” Paul said.
     “No.” Bo said, voicing his objection even though it made no difference now.
Darkness over took Bo’s mind, and he slumped forward as unconsciousness over took him. Cooter picked Bo up and carried him across his shoulder.
    “It is for the best buddyro.” Cooter said to his unconscious friend, fully believing that he was doing the right thing.
    Bo moaned softly as he slowly began to regain consciousness. He rubbed the back of his neck, the position he had been sitting in leaving his neck stuff, and blinked his eyes to clear his vision. Bo recognized his surrounding as being the Hazzard’s highest point, the clock tower, finding himself locked in a cage, that in a way resembled an extremely large bird cage, ten feet in height with a circumference of six feet. Bo noticed a stranger, sitting on a chair, a few feet away from the cage, he didn’t know who the man was but he didn’t trust him, and figured that this was the man that was here to hurt Luke.
    “You ain’t gonna get away with this.” Bo said, jumping to his feet, his hands clutched tightly around the bars of the cage.
    “Oh I will.” Douglas said.
    “What makes you so sure that Luke is even gonna come?”
    “He’ll come . . . if he ever wants to see you alive again.” Douglas said.
    “How dare you go around telling everyone that he is evil.” Bo said, his dark blue eyes flashing with anger.
    “He really will come won’t he? After all I am assuming he came back because of you, pity that I am just going to send him to hell for all his efforts.” Douglas said.
    “You . . .” Bo said, his voice trailing off with rage as he pulled at the bars of the cage in a futile attempt to escape.
Douglas smiled evilly. “I heard about what happened before. Are you ready to watch your cousin die again?”
Bo dropped to the floor, his dark blue eyes range of emotions from anger to pain. “Just leave him alone.”
    “Not going to happen.” Douglas said.
Their conversation was interrupted by the loud cawing of crow, which sat on the ledge of the window looking in.
    “Well hello birdie.” Douglas said watching the bird that was as black as the darkest night. “I assume that you are Luke’s crow.”
Bo turned to look at the bird, which that this was just an ordinary crow but he could since otherwise, it was as though he could since a part of Luke in the bird.
    “It’s a trap don’t come here Luke it is A TRAP!” Bo yelled.
Douglas turned and glared at Bo with a look of such evil that it made Bo shudder. Douglas turned back to face the bird. “You will come or your little cousin here will die.”
    “Luke DON’T!” Bo said, praying that Luke would heed his warning, even though he feared death the thought of watching Luke die, again, feared him even more.
    “Do not be mistaken crow, when you come be prepared to sacrifice your soul, I know how to end your existence I have killed many crows, for I am a crow hunter.”
The bird cawed loudly then flew away. Douglas laughed, his laughter cold and dark, and he turned to face Bo.
    “He will come. Though I doubt he will appear until after night fall.” Douglas said, and walked back over to his chair and sat down.
    Luke looked up, with a startled expression, as the caw of the crow, interrupted his thoughts. It landed on his shoulder and Luke turned to look into the bird’s eyes. Luke could see his own reflection in the bird’s eyes for a minute then it changed to show him what it had just seen.
    “Damn it.” Luke cursed, blaming himself for Bo’s capture, as he had not been there to protect him, he wondered how this madman had even got his hands on Bo. “I am sorry Bo, I know you warned me it is a trap but I have to go there and save you, I refuse to allow you to die.”
Luke looked up the sky, and knew he didn’t dare make his way to the clock tower before dark, it wouldn’t be safe to be seen by the townsfolk, he assumed most would react the same way Jesse had.
    The clock in the tower had long ago stopped working, and only silence filled the room. Bo sat on the floor, staring out through the bars, trying to think of an escape plan, but knew there was no options but to sit there and wait. Cooter came up to see how things were going, and Bo stared at him angrily.
    “How could you, Cooter?” Bo asked. “I thought you were our friend.”
    “I am. I did what is best for you and if you were in your right mind you’d know that.” Cooter said.
    “I AM in my right mind. You didn’t do what was best for me. How can you even think that this is what is best for me? Lock me up in a cage like I’m some rapid animal just so that . . . fellow can kill Luke. So that I have to watch Luke die, again. And you say this is best for me, hardly is the worst thing you could do.”
Cooter shook his head. “Your mind has been poisoned by the demon’s lies. Once it is killed you will set free.”
    “My mind AIN’T been poisoned. You are the ones that won’t stop and see the truth, to set in your blind beliefs. You claim to be a friend yet you want to take Luke away from me, if you were really a friend you wouldn’t be doing this to me.” Bo said.
    “I know you don’t really mean that.” Cooter said.
    “I mean EVERY WORD of it.” Bo said.
    “Don’t listen to him, he don’t know what he is talking about.” Douglas said.
 Bo glared at the older man. “He is the liar he knows the truth about what Luke is, this man is the villain here he is the evil one.”
    “He is obviously delusional, his mind having been poisoned by the evil of the crow.” Douglas said.
    “THAT IS A LIE!” Bo yelled.
Douglas sighed and shook his head. “I only pray that it is not too late to save this boy.”
    “C’mon buddy, just settle down.” Cooter said.
    “You ain’t a friend of mine. So just leave me alone.” Bo said.
    “Bo . . . this is for the best.” Cooter said.
    “No it ain’t. This is for the worst. Just go away.” Bo said, his voice filled with a cold anger, and a touch of hurt that a long time friend had betrayed this trust.
    A little over an hour later Enos walked into the room, carrying a brown paper bad and a can of cola.
    “Hey, Bo.” Enos said, in his typical cheerful voice. “I thought you might like some lunch and some company.”
Bo just looked at Enos, not even bothering to stand up, he wasn’t sure if he wanted company he was sick of hearing everyone tell him how evil Luke was. Enos knelt down on the floor in front of the cage and handed Bo to the can of cola, through the bars, then opened the bag, and took out a ham sandwich.
    “Thanks, Enos.” Bo said sincerely.
    “No problem, Bo.” Enos said.
Enos leaned closer to the bars and whispered quietly, leaving Douglas unable to hear the conversation though he could care less, he knew that this deputy couldn’t help Bo escape, after all he had the only key there was to the lock.
    “Is what that fellow say about Luke true?” Enos asked.
    “No.” Bo said defensively.
    “I believe you over what he says after all you’d know better then anyone since you and Luke were so close. If you say he ain’t evil the I believe he ain’t.” Enos said.
    “Thanks, Enos, that really means a lot, nobody else seems willing to listen. They all just want to judge Luke even though they have no proof.” Bo said.
Enos nodded. “I believe it is Luke and that he came back . . . for you. Even Rosco don’t think Luke is evil he just says he is a zombie.”
Bo smiled, though it never reached his eyes.
    “If it were up to me I’d let you go . . . or let you be able escape like you always did from jail.” Enos said.
    “You are probably the only one, I am sure everyone else is glad to be locked away . . . even Uncle Jesse.” Bo said.
    “He is just trying to do what he thinks it best for you.” Enos said.
            “This ain’t what is best for me. I am sick of people saying it is . . . I mean Cooter had a part in locking me away in here . . . turning his back on the friendship we once had. He totally betrayed that trust.” Bo said.
     “I am sorry.” Enos said. “Even Rosco said he’d let you escape.”
Bo chuckled. “Hard to think that ones usually trying to keep me behind bars are the only ones that want me out from behind bars.
    “It is kind of funny ain’t it?”
Bo nodded. “I do want some company but do me one favour.”
    “Sure, what’s that?”
    “I don’t want to talk about any of this . . . just talk about anything but what is happening and happened ever since . . .” Bo said his voice trailed off, but Enos knew what he meant.
    “Yeah sure no problem, Bo.” Enos said.
     The next few hours past slowly and Cooter returned, Bo diverted his gaze away from what at one time had been one of his closet friends.
     “This is for the best. Bo, and after this is all over you’ll see that too.” Cooter said.
     “It is not for the best and if you’d open your mind to the endless truths in this world you’d see that.” Bo said.
Cooter sighed and shook his head. “What are you doing here, Enos?”
     “I came to keep Bo company, I thought that he’d need a friend.” Enos said.
     “Oh now you are gonna start in on this to?” Cooter asked.
     “I ain’t starting nothing, Cooter.” Enos said.
     “Don’t mind them there is always those that are naïve enough to believe any lie they are told.” Douglas said.
     “You are the only one around here telling lies.” Bo said.
Cooter turned his attention towards Douglas. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
     “When the crow . . . the actual bird comes, try to capture it.” Douglas said.
     “I don’t understand.” Cooter said.
     “The bird is this demon’s link to this world, if we can destroy it we can destroy the demon.” Douglas said, then picked up a long jagged knife, with a golden hilt. “Or I can kill him with this.”
     “Couldn’t anyone just kill him with that there knife?” Cooter asked.
     “No, only I can.” Douglas said.
Cooter looked at the older man with questioning eyes.
     “I am crow hunter so I have the gift to be able to kill the demon.” Douglas said, though his words where only half true.
Cooter noticed a cage on the floor beside Douglas’s chair, in which was a large white boa constrictor, laying in it.
     “Whose snake?” Cooter asked.
     “He is my, pet.” Douglas said, a smile curling on the edge of his lips.
What Douglas failed to mention that his snake was to him what the crow was to Luke, the snake was his link to this world.  Douglas didn’t lie when he told everyone that he hunted crows, but he did so only for sport. Douglas had been violently killed, five years ago, by a rival gang leader, and since he was a soul of evil he came back as a snake. Douglas killed crows because they were the only ones who could sense his evil and the only ones who could kill him.
     Darkness soon began to fall, and the room grew dark, lit only candles, that were placed on the table and hung on the walls. The crow flew in through the window landing on the floor by Bo’s cage.
     “Well look who has come to pay us another visit.” Douglas said.
Cooter moved quickly and grabbed the crow, it flapped its wings, and cawed loudly as it struggled to get free, but its attempts were in vain.
     “What do I do with it now?” Cooter asked.
     “There is a bird cage on the table. Lock it in there and then take the deputy and leave.” Douglas said. “You don’t want to be here when the demon appears.”
     “Okay.” Cooter said, and roughly shoved the bird into the cage, and stepped over to Enos. “C’mon, Enos, let’s get out of here.”
     “I ain’t going.” Enos said.
     “Maybe you should leave, Enos, things might get a little out of hand.” Bo said.
     “I ain’t gonna leave you here alone.” Enos said. “And if things get out of control I can help out.”
     “Luke will be here soon.” Bo said looking at the crow, knowing his cousin was coming to his rescue just as he always had in the past.
     “C’mon, Enos.” Cooter said, a part of him also wanting to take Bo, not thinking it was safe to leave his young friend there, but he assumed that Douglas knew what he was doing.”
     “Just go, Enos, I’ll be fine.” Bo said.
Enos nodded and followed Cooter down the long flight of stairs, and out of the clock tower.
     Moments later Luke appeared in the window of the clock tower, having moved with silent stealth across the roof tops and up the old ladder at the back of the tower, moving along the narrow ledge to reach the window. Luke’s features already have taken the crow look.
     “Well, well, come into my parlor said the spider to the fly.” Douglas said, his voice full of dark humour.
Luke just glared coldly at him, not saying anything, then turned his attention towards Bo, his light blue eyes filled with concern.
     “Are you okay?” Luke asked.
     “Basically . . . all things considered.” Bo said.
     “You no longer need him here, let him go.” Luke said, his voice a firm demand.
     “And let that danger lose on society, he is just a big a threat as you are.” Douglas said.
     “That is not true, there is nobody here to lie to so quit with your lies.” Bo said angrily.
Luke glanced at Bo with a look telling him to be quiet, then began to approach Douglas.
     “Let him go.” Luke demanded.
     “You aren’t in any position to be making demands here. You might think that you immortal but you can be destroyed and I know how to kill you.” Douglas said.
Luke narrowed his eyes at Douglas, his crystal ice blue eyes flashing with anger. He could sense the evil of Douglas’s soul.
     “You are still new to this game, aren’t you?” Douglas questioned.
     “What difference does it make?” Luke asked.
     “Do you know most crows die before they earn enough merits to move on?”
     “What do you know anyway?” Luke asked.
     “I know a lot more then you know my friend, I have been playing the game for five years.” Douglas said.
     “I ain’t your friend.” Luke said.
     “But we are one in the same.” Douglas said, his facial features changing to resemble Luke’s however there was something darker about it.
     “What are you?” Bo asked.
     “I am a snake.” Douglas said. “I came back just like your dear cousin here only I wasn’t exactly good the first time around, so I came back as a snake and not a crow.”
     “We are exact opposites.” Luke said.
     “Not as opposite as you think.” Douglas said. “You have a darkness in your soul, nobody’s soul is without darkness.”
     “Just let Bo go this is between you and me.” Luke said.
Douglas shook his head. “Not going to happen, after you are dead I will kill him, and tell everyone that you were the one who ended his life.”
 Luke performed a flawless spinning back kick, his foot connecting squarely with Douglas’s chest. Douglas stumbled backwards, and laughed.
     “You can not win against me crow, I am more powerful then you could ever hope of becoming.” Douglas said, stepping over to the table and picking up the knife.
Luke jumped backwards as Douglas swung the knife at him, but not quick enough to avoid being cut. The knife slashed deeply across his chest leaving a large gash that glowed red.
     “LUKE!” Bo yelled, as he tugged at the bars, desperately wanting to break free to help his cousin, but only stand by and watch. Luke and Douglas became entangled in a fight, both seeming to be equally matched, as Luke carefully avoided the knife his chest alive with a fiery pain. Luke kicked the knife out of Douglas’s hand, and it clattered the floor.
     “You are good . . . for a beginner, though you will never win.” Douglas said. “ I have killed many crow before.”
     “You will not succeed this time, your evil comes to an end tonight.” Luke said.
Douglas kicked Luke in the ribs, knocking him to floor, kicking the Luke in chest against the previous injury he had caused. Douglas stepped away and pulled his boa constrictor of its cage. He stepped back over to where Luke still laid, stunned on the floor.
     “Bye bye birdie.” Douglas said, and placing the snake down on top of Luke.
Luke gasped as the snake seemed to absorb his energy, and he could feel his body growing weaker.
     “NO! LUKE!” Bo screamed his heart filled with fear, fearing that he would once again have to watch helplessly as Luke was killed.
     “Bo . . .” Luke said softly, he could sense his cousin’s fear, he knew that he couldn’t give up if this snake killed him it would destroy Bo, and would mean his certain death.
Luke took a deep breath and gathered all his strength and jumped his feet, the snake falling to the floor.
     “What the . . . that is not possible.” Douglas said.
     “You made a grave mistake, you underestimated your opponent.” Luke said.
Luke knocked Douglas to the floor, the keys to the cage falling off his belt and landing a short distance from where Bo was held captive. As the crow and the snake remained locked in battle Bo reached through the bars, trying to get the keys, however his fingers fell short of being able to reach them. Bo sat back and took of his belt, a trick he and his cousin had used many times in breaking out of the Hazzard County jail. Bo tossed his belt out through the bars, using the buckle to gain a further reach. After a couple unsuccessful attempts Bo finally managed to hook the keys, and pulled them over the keys, and picked them up. Bo reached through the bars, and inserted the key into the lock, having had years of practice at breaking out of jail, he moved with professional speed.
    Bo stepped over to that cage that held Luke’s crow and opened it, allowing the crow to fly free. It looked at Bo, its dark eyes seeming to thank him and then flew into the high rafters of the clock tower. Bo noticed a second knife that matched the one Douglas had, lying on the table. He picked it up and approached the snake, recalling what he had said about the crow being Luke’s link to the world and he assumed the reverse was also true. Bo knelt down by the large white boa constrictor and plunged the knife into its body. Douglas reacted to the snake’s pain, his body withering in agony.
     “Your days of lying and destroying the lives of innocent people is over.” Luke said. “You fill people’s mind with lies about what is good and what is evil in this world. You claim to be helping them when really you destroy them.”
Bo slid the knife out of the snake and stabbed it again. Douglas howled in pain, wondering how he had so easily lost control, especially against a rookie crow.  Luke picked up the first knife, from the floor and plunged it through Douglas’s chest. The wound glowed green, and Douglas tried, to no avail, to pull the knife. Douglas collapsed to the floor, his whole body glowing green, then his body turned to dust, which vanished in seconds along with the snake.
Luke turned and looked at Bo. “Are you okay?”
     “Yeah, I’m just fine now.” Bo said, stepping over next to Luke. “How about you?”
Luke went answer when he suddenly he felt extremely weak, and stumbled forward, falling against Bo. Bo put his arm around Luke to support him.
     “You okay?” Bo asked, his voice filled with concern.
     “Yeah cousin, I’ll be fine.” Luke said.
     “C’mon let’s get out of here.” Bo said.
Luke nodded and leaned on his cousin’s shoulder as they began to descend down the stairs of the clock tower, the crow flying out the window and into the darkness of the night.
     The town was quiet and peaceful, all citizen’s were hid away in their homes afraid to be out after dark, so the boys weren’t spotted by anyone, other then Enos and Cooter. Cooter had retreated to his garage, while Enos stood outside beside his patrol car. Bo noticed Enos and approached him.
     “Everything taken care of?” Enos asked.
     “Yeah, bad guy’s all taken care off.” Bo said.
     “That’s great.” Enos said. “Do y’all need some help?”
Bo nodded. “Can you help us out of town?”
Luke wanted to argue and say he was fine, and to tell Enos to just take Bo home, but he felt to weak to argue and knew Bo would never agree to that.
     “Yeah no problem.” Enos said, climbing in behind the wheel of his car.
Bo helped Luke into the backseat of Enos’s patrol car and then climbed in himself.
     “Where to?” Enos asked.
     “Well don’t be taking us to jail just because we are in the seat of your patrol car.” Bo joked, trying to ease the tension that still hung thick in the air. “Maybe the old Indian caves would be a good safe place.”
     It took them twenty minutes to reach the Indian caves, and Luke leaned on Bo as they entered one of the larger caves, one they had often camped out in when they were younger. Luke sat on the ground and leaned against the wall.
     “Maybe you should just go back to the farm.” Luke suggested.
     “No way, Luke, there ain’t no way that I’m gonna leave you here alone.” Bo said.
     “I’ll be fine, I just need to get my strength back.” Luke said.
     “I don’t think it is a good idea to leave you alone, not with how crazy everyone has been acting.” Bo said.
     “That’s all the more reason that you should go back to the far, being here with me only endangers your life.” Luke said.
Enos stood back quietly, listening to the conversation between the Duke boys and he could clear see that it was indeed Luke who had returned, his concern for his younger cousin made it obvious.
     “I’d be safer here with you . . . not only that I would rather be here.” Bo said.
     “You should go back to the farm to keep Uncle Jesse from worrying.” Luke said.
     “I doubt that he is at all worried, after all he ALLOWED them to take me and lock me up using me as bait to get to you.” Bo said.
     “Don’t me too angry with Uncle Jesse he is just doing what he thinks is best for you.” Luke said.
     “If he knew what was best for me he’d accept that it is you who returned and not go thinking it is some demon.” Bo mumbled.
Luke sighed. “Fine, I don’t feel like arguing with you tonight.”
Bo smiled. “I knew you’d see things my way.”
Luke gave a half hearted smile glad to see that Bo was still able to keep his spirits up in light of the situation, though he knew if anything happened to him again it would most likely destroy his younger cousin.
     “Is there anything I can do for y’all?” Enos asked.
     “Just go home.” Luke said.
     “Is there anything that you want me to bring you come morning?” Enos asked.
     “No we got everything under control.” Bo said.
     “Okay, see y’all later.” Enos said.
     “Actually there is one thing you could do.” Bo said.
     “Just name it.” Enos said.
     “Tell people the truth . . . they might actually listen to you. Just don’t tell ANYONE where we are.” Bo said.
     “Yeah you got it buddyro.” Enos said, then he waved goodbye and left.
     Bo sat down on the ground beside Luke, and looked at his older cousin.
     “Are you gonna be okay?” Bo asked.
     “Yeah I’ll be fine.” Luke said.
     “I hope so.” Bo mumbled. “I was worried that we weren’t gonna make it out that one.”
     “Yeah well we did.” Luke said. “Thanks for running some interference in that fight.”
Bo nodded. “Thanks for coming to get me. I just glad the trap didn’t work as that snake had planned, I was afraid that I was gonna be the cause of your death.”
     “That would never happen.” Luke said. “In fact attacking that snake like you did more then likely saved my life.”
     “I’m just glad that I was right about him being connected to his snake like you are to your crow . . . even though I don’t really get that.” Bo said.
     “I don’t understand everything myself. But I know that bird is my eyes it shows me things that I need to know . . . like it showed me that, that snake had you locked up in the top of the clock tower.” Luke said. “Why don’t you try to get some rest.”
Bo laid down on the ground a few feet from Luke.
     “I don’t know if I can sleep . . . with everything that has happened.” Bo said.
     “Just try.” Luke said.
     “Yes, sir.” Bo said and closed his eyes, and was asleep in a matter of minutes.
     Luke paced around the cave and glanced down at his sleeping cousin, he knew that he had to gain his strength back or the next battle he was in would kill him. He knew when the snake had been laid on his body that it had taken away a great deal of his strength. Which left him in such a weakened state that he couldn’t battle as his injures wouldn’t heal and if that happened his death would come before he finished what he came back to do. Luke moved deeper into the dark depths of the large cave and closed his eyes, the wind blew around his around his body and seemed to speak to him. Luke’s soul seemed to leave his body and go on a journey, he found himself standing on the railing of a long suspension bridge, looking down he could see a river hundreds of feet below. He raised his arms above his head, and leapt from the bridge, headfirst, as though to dive into the river below. Before he hit the water a ripple, like a tear in the space time continuum, appeared in midair and he plunged through it.
     Luke shivered as he a cold sensations flooded through his body, and he became aware of one other thing, the eyes he was seeing out of were not truly his own, at least not his eyes of this life. He looked out across a frozen lake, and a saw young Bo, skating on the ice, his clothes old fashioned, Luke didn’t have to look at himself to know he was dressed similar, only much older then the young boy. A loud cracking noise pierced through the silence of the afternoon and the mere sound of it made the air on the back of Luke’s neck stand up. Luke didn’t feel as though he could breath or even move, he knew what was going to happen and could do nothing to stop it.
    He watched as the ice cracked open and the young boy, his son, plunged into the icy waters below. He ran out across what ice was left with no regard for his own life, and plunged into the freezing water. He dove several times, surfacing only to get a breath of air and to scream his son’s name, but only an eerie silence answered his screams. He could feel his own body growing numb as the freezing waters chilled him to the bone, but he refused to give up, his son was the only thing he had in the world and he refused to lose him. His efforts proved futile and the coldness finally overtook him and sank into the deep waters of the frozen lake.
    His surrounding suddenly changed and he found himself once again standing by the suspension bridge. Luke stood watching as a young boy, five years old at the most, skipped across the bridge towards him, he recognized the boy from the vision he had just had.
    “Hi.” The young boy said, stopping in front of Luke.
    “Who are you?” Luke asked.
    “You know who I am.”
    “No I don’t.” Luke said.
    “I am who I have always been and you are who you have always been.”
    “Do you have to speak in riddle?” Luke asked.
    “Sorry I just thought you knew . . . guess you don’t know everything until you make it all the way across the bridge, a journey a soul can make many times, and yet still always exist in the real world.”
    “You’re pretty smart for being a little tyke.” Luke said.
    “I just know what I have been told and know what you need to know.”
Luke looked questioningly at the young boy. “I know from somewhere, don’t I? I mean other then that . . . vision that I really didn’t understand.”
     “Of course you know me, you always have, always will. That vision was just another time in the life of your soul. We were together then and together now.”
     “So you are my son?” Luke asked.
     “I was then, not now though, now I am your cousin.”
Luke looked at the young boy, his blonde hair glistened in the sun and his dark blue eyes shone with an untold happiness. “Bo?”
The young boy smiled. “You figured it out. Well basically, at least who I am to your soul now.”
     “Why are you here?” Luke asked.
     “To help you . . . to warn you.”
     “What do you mean by warn me?” Luke asked.
     “What you saw before you can’t allow to happen again, water may not always be frozen but one can always slip below the surface and be trapped beneath it, without the ice holding them down.”
     “I don’t understand.” Luke said.
     “That is all I can say, you will understand better when the time is right, just now you can’t allow it happen, the consequences will be high if you do.”
     “I thought you said that you were gonna help me.” Luke said.
     “I did and I will.” He said and motioned for Luke to bend down and be level with him.
Luke crouched down in front of the young boy, who put his hands on the sides of Luke’s head. Luke closed his eyes, as a feeling of warmth flooded through his body.
     Luke opened his eyes and found himself lying on the floor of the cave, his feet together, his arms stretched out, straight out from his sides. Candles surrounded his body, in a pattern resembling a large crow, only his head was not surrounded by the candles, it appeared to be sticking up from the crow’s body. Luke flexed his fingers drawing strength from the candles, the outline of the crow making him feel stronger seeming to enhance his crow abilities. Luke raised his arms and placed his hands beside his head, then pulled his body up until he was standing on his hands. Luke raised his left arm, keeping himself perfectly balanced on one hand. He pushed himself off the ground, flipping his body backwards and landing on his feet outside the outline of the fiery crow. The cave was still in darkness as time passed different where his soul had traveled to and only seconds had past. Luke exercised his body, his strength seeming to grow with each passing movement, as he flawless performed movements, that one would do in things such as karate, though Luke had never studied any of it before his death. Luke thought it was odd how now he just knew how to do everything and perform it flawlessly.

Chapter 4: Confrontations