Luke grew quiet as Bo got back to work, getting back to work himself, his mind absorbed in thought as was normal for the dark-haired Duke boy. He glanced at Bo, his smile seeming to radiate the barn. It was obvious Bo was happy: happy who he was and where his life was taking him. Luke was another story... Sure it was true that Luke was happy to be on the farm. Like Bo he had a loving family, his and Bo's beloved race car, and having done his duty in Nam, a freedom that most overlooked but Luke knew first hand not to take for granted. He had the sun greeting him every morning, and the stars at night. He had his pick of women to choose from on a nightly basis and nearly everyone in Hazzard called him a friend... But despite his family and many friends, something was missing...