Luke pulled up just behind the sheriff's office, under the cover of some bushes and quickly printed a note so as no one could recognize his handwriting. Taking some fishing line out of his tackle box which was still in the back seat, he attached it to the letter and tied it onto Flash's collar. "How'd you like to play Delivery dog?" he asks her with a smile, lifting her in his arms and sneaking around to a window which, to his relief was open. Slowly he looked in. Enos was whistling as he mopped the floor seemingly absorbed in his job. Luke didn't waste any time. Quickly he dropped Flash gently in the window and took off getting in the General and powering away to the farm.