by: Kristy Duke

Listening into the heavy silence that hangs within the warm cab of my truck, I quietly glance over at Bo who sits in the passenger seat with his right leg extended far under the dashboard. His head rests back against the back window as he quietly stares out through the passenger window, lost in his own thoughts, his own worries. For a moment, I watch his thin chest heave in and out under his red t-shirt while listening to his audible wheezing before I redirect my attention back through the front windshield. Staring ahead and listening into the silence, I am left with my own thoughts, my own emotions that revolve around Bo and the last month or month and a  half. Only to force myself to begin to wonder once more what I could have done to prevented all of this to happen; to Bo and to everyone. If I hadn’t allowed Shawn to stay at the farm while he was in Hazzard, would he have been so bold as to hide his dirty money in our barn? If not, Bo wouldn’t have been his witness to hiding the money. Would Shawn and his gang have left Hazzard by now, leaving no harm upon us?

Shawn targeting Cooter and Luke as his cover from the law, would bring them within the realms of being a witness to Shawn. Even if they didn’t know anything, Shawn and Landon couldn’t leave Hazzard with the question of what if they knew something. Whether Shawn had known or not, Landon had entered into Hazzard knowing he’d have to kill Luke and Cooter once they were of no use to Shawn and his gang. Only Bo had gotten in the way when he saw Shawn hiding the money to shift their attention upon him to shove Luke into the shadows of their attention with thoughts of killing him once they took care of Bo.

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