Luke laid quietly on his bed, tears still seem to water in his eyes, and no matter how hard he tried to keep from crying he couldn’t stop. He buried his face against his pillow and allowed his tears to flow, until once again he had no more tears to cry. He could barely believe that his parents were truly gone, he was only five and still didn’t feel he understood the whole concept of death. He had been told his parents had been killed and they had gone to heaven, all he know was that now meant he was alone and he desperately wished that they had taken him to heaven with them. His aunt Carolanne was staying at the house to look after him until it was decided were he was going to stay, there was a small wake being held at the house. Luke had been out and around everyone for awhile but he found he wasn’t brave enough to stay out there, his heart broke every time anyone mentioned his parents passing so he went and hid in his room. Luke heard a soft knock on the door and a moment later his aunt stepped into the room.
     “The lawyer will be here soon, do you want to come out and wait to see what he has to say?” Carolanne asked.
Luke sat up on his bed and shook his head. “Can’t I stay here and you look after me?”
She sat down on the bed next to her young nephew and put an arm around him. “We have been through this before honey, you know I can’t look after you.”
     “Why not?” Luke asked, he didn’t really understand why she couldn’t when she had been taking care of him the past week.
     “Because I am getting old and my health is not that well.” Carolanne said.
     “But I don’t want to go live with anyone else.” Luke said sullenly.
     “It’ll be okay Luke, you’ll see everything will get better as time goes on.”
Luke laid back down on the bed, and she patted his shoulder gently and stood up and left the room, figuring Luke just needed some time alone.
     Carolanne was the only family there was left on Luke’s mother’s side. She walked back into the front room, where the wake was being held, friends of Trisha and Andrew’s, and a few members of his family, filled the small room. She walked over to where Andrew’s family was standing. Jesse, Andrew’s oldest brother was there along with, Andrew’s younger brother Alan and his wife Kate, who stood holding their two year old son, Bo who had fallen asleep in his mother’s arms.
     “How is Luke doing?” Jesse asked, his voice filled with concern for his nephew.
     “He is holding up for the most part, I am not too sure that he understands what is happening.” Carolanne said.
     “Must be so hard on the poor little guy to lose both his parents so suddenly.” Kate said, holding her own son a little closer.
     “It was so very tragic, I still don’t see how it could happen . . . or why.” Alan said.
Luke’s parents had gone out for an evening, while Carolanne had stayed to babysit Luke, they had been returning home when a drunk driver had struck them head on killing both of them.
     A few minutes later the lawyer, Troy McLachlan, arrived at the house and went to talk Carolanne, Jesse, Alan and Kate, in what was once Andrew’s den. It only took him a few minutes to read the basic parts of the will, then it came down to the question that everyone had been asking, who would take care of Luke.
     “Andrew and Trisha requested that if anything were ever to happen to the both of them that their son, Luke, would be raised by Andrew’s eldest brother Jesse Duke.”
     After finishing off all the legalities Jesse and Carolanne went down to Luke’s room to tell him the news. Luke sat up on his bed when he heard they come into his room.
     “Luke, you remember your Uncle Jesse, don’t you?” Carolanne asked.
Luke nodded slightly, though he had only ever seen his uncle a couple times.
     “Your parents left it so that . . . if anything happened that he would take care of you.” Carolanne said.
     “But I want to stay here.” Luke said.
     “I know you do.” Carolanne said softly.
Jesse walked over to the bed and sat down next to Luke. “I know it’ll take you some time to get used to it but you’ll like the farm.”
     “I want to go be with my parents.” Luke said, and started to cry.
Jesse pulled his nephew into a hug. “Shh, it’ll be okay little one.”
After a moment Luke pulled away from Jesse’s hug and looked at his uncle.
     “When do I have to go?” Luke asked.
     “We will be leaving tomorrow.” Jesse said.
     “Oh.” Luke said sullenly.
     “Everything will be okay, you’ll see.” Jesse said.
Luke said nothing, not believing it was possible for everything to be okay, he felt that the pain was too strong to ever go away.
     By late the next afternoon everything had been packed and Jesse and Luke headed to Hazzard. Luke sat staring out the side window of white pick up truck watching the scenery roll past. He wondered what it would be like to leave on a farm, he never seen his uncle’s farm, they only times he had ever met Jesse was at his parents home.  Jesse tried a few times to talk to Luke, but the young boy seemed quite distant, so Jesse backed off figuring Luke just needed some time to adjust.
     The sun was just beginning to drop behind the distant horizon, painting the sky in many shades of red, when they arrived at the Duke farm. Luke climbed out and looked around the farmyard. The air was alive with the sounds of the countryside, and Luke could hear the animals in the barn. Luke had never seen a farm before having been raised in town and was fascinated by everything.
     “Why don’t you just go on inside Luke, I’ll start bringing your things in.” Jesse said.
Luke nodded and walked up onto the porch, the door was unlocked and Luke went inside. He looked around not really knowing where to go, he liked the farm but it just didn’t seem like home. Jesse walked inside carrying a large box, and set it down in the front room.
     “May I have something to drink?” Luke asked.
Jesse nodded. “What would you like?”
Luke shrugged. “I don’t know . . . a glass of milk?”
Jesse poured Luke a tall glass of fresh milk, and Luke sat down at the table and drank it as Jesse finished bringing everything in.
     “You have your choice of rooms, there is two empty rooms.” Jesse said.
Luke didn’t say anything as he followed his uncle down the hallway, the only room he wanted to be in was his bedroom back home. Jesse opened the door to the first room.
     “I like this room.” Luke said.
     “You haven’t seen the other room, are you sure this is the one you want?” Jesse asked.
Luke nodded his head.
     “Well okay, we can move all your things in here tomorrow and decorate it more to your taste after . . . but right now I think you need your sleep.” Jesse said.
Luke nodded, he was feeling tired as it had been a long day. Jesse carried Luke’s two suitcases into the bedroom, and the young boy changed into his pajamas. Jesse tucked Luke into bed and sat down on the edge of the bed.
     “Would you like me to tell you a bedtime story?” Jesse asked.
     “Yes, please.” Luke said, recalling how either his mother or father had read him a story every night before he went to sleep.
     “What would you like to hear?” Jesse asked, trying to recall the childhood stories that he could remember, not having a book handy to read from.
     “I don’t care, anything.” Luke said.
Jesse nodded his head and took a deep breath and slowly released it and told Luke the story of Jack and the beanstalk. Before Jesse has even finished telling the story to Luke, the young boy was fast sleep. Jesse kissed Luke goodnight, on the forehead, and stood up, he turned the light off and went to his own room, which was right next to Luke’s.
     Luke slept well that night, though when he first woke up he had forgot where he was thinking that he back home. Luke got dressed and walked out to the kitchen, where Jesse was preparing breakfast.
     “Did you sleep good last night?” Jesse asked.
Luke nodded and sat down at the table.
     “Breakfast will you be ready in a few minutes.” Jesse said. “After breakfast we can move all your things into your room.”
Jesse and his late wife, Lavinia, had never had any children of their own, so Luke was like a first child, so Jesse knew that he would have to learn how to raise a child as they went along. He wasn’t sure what the best way to get Luke to adjust to his new home would be, but he thought it might be best to not skirt the issue. They ate breakfast in silence, and then Jesse moved the boxes of Luke’s things into his room.
     Jesse brought in an old, small radio into the room and turned it on to Hazzard County’s one and only radio station, WHOGG. Jesse helped Luke unpack, making small conversations, finding that Luke seemed rather non-talkative.
     “Are there any kids my age around here?” Luke asked.
     “There is no neighbors for a couple miles, and I am afraid they don’t have any children.” Jesse said.
     “Oh.” Luke said, there was a hint of sadness to his voice.
     “There are kids your age in Hazzard, they just don’t live close by. I believe the Davenport’s youngest boy, Cooter, is about your age.” Jesse said.
Luke didn’t say anything, he wanted someone to play with, but he wasn’t really sure how much he wanted to make new friends. When he had gone school, back when he lived in his own home, he had been the most popular child in his kindergarten class.
     “What kind of animals do you have?” Luke asked.
     “Some chickens, a goat, Bonnie Mae, and a mule Maudine.” Jesse said. “Want to go out to the barn and see them?”
Luke nodded, and followed his uncle outside. He saw the chickens were all scurrying across the yard, in their hunt to find bugs to eat. Jesse took Luke into the barn, and watched as the young boy looked at the mule and goat with a look of fascination in his eyes.
     “Do you want to help me feed the chickens?” Jesse asked, not really wanting to give the young boy any chores yet, thinking it was best to allow him to adjust to his new home first.
Luke nodded and followed Jesse to the bin of grain. Jesse filled a bucket with the grain and they went back outside the barn. Jesse lowered the bucket so Luke could easily reach into it.
     “Just take a handful at a time and toss it, be sure to spread it all around.” Jesse instructed.
Luke reached into the bucket and took a handful of grain. He tossed it towards the chickens, which clucked and scurried in a flapping of wings to try to get some food. Soon the bucket was empty, and the chickens went their own after eating everything. Luke followed Jesse back into the barn.
     “Can I ride the mule?” Luke asked.
Jesse nodded, knowing how gentle Maudine was so he knew there would be no problem. He didn’t have a saddle for the old mule, but he had an old pair of reins. He lifted Luke up and set him on Maudine’s back.
     “Just hold on tight with the reins.” Jesse said.
Luke nodded, doing as he was told. Jesse led Maudine out of the barn. Luke found that through his sadness and longing to go back home that he was actually having a good time.
     “This is fun.” Luke said.
     “Well I am glad to hear that you are having fun little one.” Jesse said.
He was relieved to see that Luke seemed to be adjusting okay, though he wondered how much Luke really understood the situation, and if he really understood the concept of his parents being dead, he figured only time would tell.
     The rest of the day passed smoothly, and Jesse told Luke that they would go into town the next day, to pick up some supplies and show Luke around. Luke had more trouble falling asleep, then he had he night before. He laid awake in the darkness, listening to the crickets and cicadas that were chirping outside the bedroom window. A gentle breeze blew threw the open window, causing the curtain to flap in the wind. Luke didn’t like to be alone in the darkness of the room, that was still new to him, but he told himself that he was too big to go running to his uncle’s room. So instead, Luke just closed his eyes and just under an hour later tiredness over took him and he fell asleep.
     His sleep was not peaceful though, and the young boy became haunted by a nightmare. He dreamt of his home and his parents, everything seemed peaceful, until his parents vanished into a thick fog, and his home vanished as well. Luke felt utterly alone in the cold, thick fog and the silence that consumed everything. He tried calling out but his voice only echoed in the fog. He felt alone and scared and broke down and cried.
     Jesse heard Luke cry out and rushed into his bedroom, and right over to Luke’s bed.
     “Shh, it’s okay little one it was only a dream.” Jesse said softly, pulling Luke into his arms.
Luke opened his eyes and leaned his head against his uncle’s shoulder, returning the hug, he found he felt safe in his uncle’s arm.
     “It’s okay Luke, it was just a dream.” Jesse said comfortingly, lightly rocking the young boy.
Luke sat back on his bed and looked at his uncle. Jesse smiled at him, and wiped away his nephew’s tears.
     “Do you want to tell me about your dream?” Jesse asked.
Luke thought about his uncle’s question for a moment and then nodded, telling Jesse everything about his dream.
     “You aren’t alone Luke, you have me.” Jesse said.
     “I know . . . I just miss my parents.” Luke said.
     “I know you miss them.” Jesse said.
     “I wish I was with them now.” Luke said.
     “Well, I am glad you are here.” Jesse said.
     “Will I ever see them again?” Luke asked.
     “Someday. Until then a part of them will always be with you.” Jesse said.
     “Will I ever be able to go home?” Luke asked.
     “This is your home now.” Jesse said. “Don’t you like it here?”
     “Yeah I do . . . I just miss my old home.” Luke said.
Luke was quiet for a moment before speaking again. “Does the hurt go away?”
     “It gets better with time.” Jesse said. “Now why don’t you try to go back to sleep. I can stay here with you if you want.”
     “Okay.” Luke said, and laid down, and Jesse tucked him back in and kissed him goodnight.
It wasn’t very long before Luke went back to sleep, and Jesse sat beside his nephew’s bed until morning came.
     When Luke woke up he could smell breakfast cooking, and he quickly got dressed and went out to the kitchen.
     “About time you got out of bed sleepy head.” Jesse said jokingly. “Would you like to go into town after breakfast?”
Luke nodded his head, even though his bad dream had long since faded he was still feeling sad. Jesse could tell how sad his nephew looked and hoped that he could make the young boy happy, showing him around the town of Hazzard.
     Luke seemed to cheer up a little, though Jesse noticed that the young boy was still very quiet, which worried him. He showed Luke around the small town of Hazzard, introducing him to everyone, and took Luke out to lunch at the Busy Bee Café. Later, that afternoon, while Luke was lying down to have a nap, Jesse called Luke’s aunt Carolanne.
     “How is Luke adjusting?” Carolanne asked, her concern for nephew obvious in her voice.
     “He seems to be doing okay, most of the time that is. He still misses his old home, but I think he understands that he is living here now.” Jesse said.
     “That’s good, I know all of this must be so hard for him, but I think that Luke will be okay.” Carolanne said.
     “So do I.” Jesse said. “I just wish there was more I could do for him, he just seems so sad and quiet.”
     “Luke has always been the quiet type.” Carolanne commented.
     “Perhaps it would help if you came by here for a visit.” Jesse suggested.
     “I don’t know, these old bones of mine don’t like to travel very far and I think it would best if we just gave Luke time to adjust to his new environment, give the two of you a chance to get to know each other a little better.” Carolanne said.
     “True.” Jesse said.
After finishing his conversation with Carolanne, Jesse went to check on Luke, seeing that young boy still seemed to be sleeping peacefully.
     The next couple weeks passed slowly, and much the same. Luke had a couple more nightmares, similar to the first one he had, though he never lacked getting enough sleep. Luke seemed to remain quiet, at most times seeming as though he was in his own little world, and Jesse wondered if Luke would grow out of that. Jesse thought that Luke was a good child, he always behaved and did whatever he was asked to do without arguing. Even though Luke barely knew his uncle, he loved Jesse very much, at times he feared he would lose his uncle the same way he had lost his parents, but that was something he never told his uncle. Luke found that he enjoyed farm life much more then he did living in town.
     It was just a little over a month later, Luke was sitting outside on the swing, that his uncle had put up on the elm tree, while Jesse talked on the phone inside. Luke wasn’t sure who his uncle as talking to, but thought it sounded like something very important. Jesse came outside, nearly an hour later, his eyes looked red as though he had been crying. He walked over and knelt down in front of Luke. Luke looked at his uncle with questioning eyes.
     “Luke, do you remember your uncle Alan and aunt Kate?” Jesse asked.
     “Kinda, I guess.” Luke said.
Jesse took a deep breath and slowly released it, as he searched for the right words to say.
    “Do you remember their son, your younger cousin Bo?” Jesse asked.
Luke shook his head. “Not really, why?”
     “He is going to come live with us.” Jesse said.
     “Why?” Luke asked, his question merely inquisitive.
      “His parents were killed in an accident.” Jesse said.
     “Like my parents were?” Luke asked.
Jesse nodded. “Kind of, only it was a train wreck.”
     “Oh.” Luke said, thinking about the situation for a moment. “How old is . .  . Bo?”
     “He just turned three.” Jesse said.
     “When is he coming?” Luke asked, thinking it would be nice to have someone around to play with.
     “Tomorrow morning.” Jesse said. “We are going to have to get that spare room all cleaned up.”
     “We could share a room.” Luke said.
Jesse looked at Luke, almost surprised by the young boy’s suggestion, then he thought it would probably do both boys a world of good to share a room.
     “Well that is kind of you Luke.” Jesse said.
Luke smiled. “Do you think that me and Bo will be friends?”
Jesse nodded. “I am sure you will be.”
     That night Jesse moved the extra bed into Luke’s room. Jesse’s heart was heavy at the death of his youngest brother and sister-in-law, though seeing Luke excited about having his younger cousin coming to live at the farm brought him a little joy.
     The next morning a blue sedan pulled to a stop in front of the old three bedroom farmhouse, carrying only two occupants, Alan and Kate’s lawyer Greg Calton, and Bo. Greg got out of the car first and then helped Bo out, the young boy followed the lawyer to the door. Greg knocked on the door, which was answered a moment later by Jesse.
     “Mr. Duke?” Greg asked, and Jesse nodded. “I am Mr. Calton, we spoke on the phone yesterday.”
     “Yes, c’mon in.” Jesse said, and looked down at Bo, the young boy looked small and afraid, and Jesse knelt down in front of him. “Do you remember me?”
Bo looked at his uncle and shrugged his shoulders.
     “I don’t think that he has said a single word, since the accident.” Greg told Jesse.
     “Well it was no doubt a traumatic experience, I just thank the good lord that Bo is still here with us.” Jesse said.
Bo had been on the train with his parents when the accident had been killed, though he was fortunately among the survivors, and suffered only minor injures, at least injures that could be seen, he doctor’s figured his body had been shielded by his parents.
Greg nodded his head. “He is a very lucky young boy.”
     “Why don’t you go on into the front room and play with your cousin Luke, while I talk to Mr. Calton.” Jesse said.
Bo walked into the room, and over to where Luke sat on the floor playing with a small set of wood cars that Jesse had made him. Luke jumped to his feet when he saw Bo walk over.
     “Hey. I’m Luke, you’re Bo, right?”
Bo only nodded. Luke looked at his younger cousin, and the smile, which had previously been on his face, faded. He saw a look of sadness and pain in Bo’s eyes that he knew all too well. Luke could also see fear in the younger boy’s dark blue eyes. Luke stepped over and stood in front of Bo.
     “It’ll be okay, the hurt does get smaller.” Luke said.
Still Bo said nothing. Luke wasn’t sure of what to say or do to make Bo feel better, but he thought of what his uncle always did whenever he felt sad, gave him. Luke gave Bo a brotherly, comforting hug, which Bo returned. Luke felt a couple of tears on his shoulder.
     “Don’t cry, it’ll be okay. You’ll like it here, Uncle Jesse is really nice and . . . we have each other.” Luke said.
Bo took a step backwards and could see Luke’s offer of friendship was pure, and through all his sadness and fears he gave a small smile.
     “Wantta play cars?” Luke asked.
     “Okay.” Bo said, and the two young boys sat down on the floor and started to play.
     Twenty minutes later, Jesse finished signing all the papers and Greg got up to leave. They heard Luke and Bo playing in the front room.
     “Looks as though his silence has been broken.” Greg said.
    “Doubt there will ever be silence again in this house.” Jesse said jokingly.
Jesse followed Greg outside and got Bo’s things out of the trunk of the car. He shook hands with lawyer, who then drove away. Jesse carried all of Bo’s things inside. He walked into the front room and over to where Bo and Luke where playing.
     “Guess we should get you settled into your new room, you and Luke are going to be sharing a room.” Jesse said.
     “Good.” Bo said.
Jesse smiled, he could tell that Bo was going to pull through okay, and thought Luke looked happier then he had ever been before.  
    Later that night, Jesse lay awake and listened to the young boys talking, he didn’t bother to go and tell them to go to sleep, he instead just allowed them to talk. It wasn’t long after that Bo and Luke both fell to sleep, and peaceful quietness consumed the house. It was late that night that Bo had a nightmare, and woke up crying.
     Jesse woke up when he heard Bo start to cry and went into Bo and Luke’s room. He noticed that the small lamp between the two beds was on and saw Luke was sitting on the edge of Bo’s bed, talking to his younger cousin.
     “Are you okay?” Jesse asked, as he stepped over to the bed.
Bo nodded. “Had bad dream.”
     “Want to talk about it?” Jesse asked.
Bo shook his head. “I talked to Luke.”
     “Oh okay. Why don’t the two of you go back to sleep then.” Jesse said.
     “Yes sir.” Both Bo and Luke said at the same time.
Luke went back over to his own bed and climbed under the covers, as Jesse turned out the light.
     “Goodnight.” Jesse said, and walked out of the room.
     “Thanks Luke.” Bo said, after Jesse had left the room.
     “I know how you feel. Just go back to sleep, ok?”
     “Okay.”
     By the time fall arrived, Bo and Luke had both seemed to adjust perfectly to their new home, and they had a very close bonded friendship and were already acting like brothers. Soon it was time for Luke to start his first day of school. Luke got ready for school, even though he was anxious to go a part of him wanted to stay at home with his cousin. The three Dukes sat around the dinner table eating breakfast.
     “Why can’t I go with Luke?” Bo asked, for what seemed like the hundredth time.
     “Because you are too young.” Jesse said.
     “So?” Bo questioned, he really didn’t understand why he couldn’t go with Luke, and didn’t like the idea of being home alone with nobody to play with.
     “It is not all day Bo, when I get home we can play.” Luke said.
Bo frowned. “But I want to go.”
     “Pouting ain’t going to help Bo, you still can’t go.” Jesse said.
     Jesse drove Luke to school, Bo sat on the front seat of the truck between his uncle and older cousin. Luke hesitated before opening the truck door, actually being there at the school made him want to go even less.
     “Do I have to go?” Luke asked.
     “Yes you have to.” Jesse said.
     “Why?” Luke asked.
     “Yeah, why can’t he stay home with me?” Bo asked.
Jesse smiled and shook his head, thinking to himself, how much a like Bo and Luke were. “You have to go to school Luke.”
Luke sighed. “Yes sir.”
Luke opened the door of the truck and climbed out. “See ya in a few hours I guess . . . and Bo try to stay out of trouble.”
Bo stuck his tongue out at older cousin. “With you not home, it will be easy.” Bo said in the same joking tone his cousin had used.
     “Bye.” Luke said.
     For the first few weeks Jesse was worried about Bo and Luke, but as they had before, they both seemed to adjust well to the new circumstances. November arrived, and with a cold chill, such has never been in Hazzard in nearly twenty years, there was even frost on those cold mornings. Luke’s aunt Carolanne, had been calling Luke and writing him letters, her illness had been growing worse and there was no way she could travel to Hazzard to see her young nephew. It was the second week of November, when Jesse received a phone call from Carolanne’s doctor. Bo and Luke were playing in the front room when the phone rang, Jesse set the book he was reading down and went to answer the phone.
     “Hello?”
     “Mr. Jesse Duke?”
     “Yes.” Jesse said, wondering who was calling.
     “I am Dr. Culzean, Carolanne Marachand’s doctor.” Dr. Culzean said.
     “Oh, how is she?” Jesse asked, though he knew for the doctor to be calling the news could only be bad.
     “I am afraid that she has passed away.” Dr. Culzean said.
     “Thank you for calling.” Jesse said, and then hung up the phone, wondering how he was going to tell Luke.
Jesse walked back into the front room and sat down.
     “Luke there is something I have to tell you.” Jesse said.
     “What?” Luke asked, looking up at his uncle.
     “I am afraid that your aunt Carolanne has passed away.” Jesse said.
A look of sadness washed over Luke’s face, and tears watered in his eyes.
     “I am sorry Luke, you know how sick she was.” Jesse said.
Luke didn’t say anything he only jumped to his feet and ran to his bedroom, he couldn’t believe that his aunt was dead. He had always known that she was sick but had always believed that she would be okay. He felt heartbroken at lose of even more of his family. Luke just buried his face into his pillow and allowed himself to cry, not carrying how childish it made him seem.
     Jesse stood up and followed Luke down to the bedroom, with Bo following close behind. Bo stayed standing beside the door of the bedroom just watching, he had always thought his older cousin was big and strong and thought it was the first time he had ever seen Luke cry.  Jesse sat down on the edge of the bed and put a hand on Luke’s shoulder.
     “Shh Luke, it’ll be okay.” Jesse said softly, not knowing the words to soothing the young boy’s pain.
Luke didn’t reply, he only lay there and continue to cry, sadness seemed to consume him, he thought of how first he had lost his parents and now his aunt, and he feared that it wouldn’t be long before he lost his uncle and Bo. Jesse talked softly to Luke for several minutes, but his words seem to do little good. Jesse thought it was best to just allow Luke to grieve and left the room. After Jesse had left Bo stepped over to the bed.
     “Don’t cry Luke, everything will be okay.” Bo said.
Luke rolled over and looked at Bo. “No it won’t.”
     “Yes it will, it was before.” Bo said.
     “What do you mean?” Luke asked, wiping away his remaining tears.
     “Like when I came to the farm, you told me it would be okay, because you knew, this is kind of the same thing.” Bo said.
     “But . . . why did she have to die? I keep losing all my family.” Luke said.
     “Uncle Jesse said she was very sick.” Bo said.
Luke nodded. “But I thought she would get better.”
     “It’ll be okay though, you still got me and you got Uncle Jesse.” Bo said.
     “But . . .” Luke said, not finishing his sentence.
     “But what?”
     “I am afraid that I will lose both of you to.” Luke said.
     “Not going to happen. I don’t plan on goin nowhere.” Bo said.
Luke gave a half hearted smile.
     “It’ll be okay.” Bo said, and gave Luke a big brotherly hug, which Luke returned.
They talked quietly for nearly an hour after that, by the end of which time Luke was no longer as sad as he had been, he knew that things would be okay. Luke was glad to have to his younger cousin around, Bo seemed to know just what to say to make him feel better.
     The next year passed, by which time Bo and Luke had an inseparable friendship, so closely bonded that it could never be broken, not only where they cousins they were also the best of friends, they were also brothers. That year another Duke came to live at the farm, Bo and Luke’s cousin Daisy, who was a year younger then Luke and a year older then Bo. She, just as Bo and Luke had, adjusted well to her new home. All of them became a tight knit family, things continued as normal as they ever could for Hazzard.