Jesse sat down in his chair, wrapping an old quilt around himself as he did. Luke, too, wrapped a blanket around himself, staring quietly into the fire as he sat next to Bo. He wasn't afraid of storms in the way Bo was. No, his fear was the dark, and had been ever since the dark jungles of Nam. He didn't mention it though, and neither did the family. It was one of those things that he chose not to talk about. "Y'all feel a draft?" asked Luke as a cool wind blew through the cracks in the wood.