A/N: Here we go! We are getting very close to the confrontation between Enos and the bad guys! Thanks to all who read and/or review! I sincerely appreciate all the encouragement! ENJOY.

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Chapter 24 – The Investigation Continues

A leader or a man of action
in a crisis almost always acts
subconsciously and then thinks
of the reasons for his action.

~Jawaharlal Nehru

The emergency lights flashed on the patrol car as it wove through the hills and curves of Ridge Runner Road. As Enos sped towards the Grigg Farm, he tried to process the response Jaxon received from his father. He was a lucky man to have Otis Strate as his father, even though he lost him too soon. During the time they shared he never had to question whether or not Pa loved him, or that he wanted the best for him.

Ian didn't know where Cunningham was and refused to tell Jaxon what he was doing in Hazzard. If his daughter being taken by the same man that killed his eldest son affected him, he had shown absolutely no recognizable emotion in his voice. It had sent Jaxon into a tailspin. Shortly after they left the little mom and pop store he broke down. Enos had pulled over and Jaxon walked over to a spot away from the car and sobbed. Drake was able to help him pull himself together. Wanting to ease his pain and also convince himself there was hope, Enos tried to put things in a better perspective.

"Jaxon? Maybe he's tellin' th' truth and he really don't know. At least now he knows 'bout Jenny and maybe after he's thought 'bout it for a bit he's gonna change his mind."

"I doubt it. He wouldn't tell me anything about meeting with Boss Hogg, or how he knew your grandfather, you saw how short the call was. The only useful thing he said was that Cunningham was arrogant and would…sorry…I can't talk about this now."

"All right. I ain't meanin' to upset ya' but if ya' need t'talk ya' know I'm always here."

"Thanks, it's just that he's so insensitive. I don't understand how he can turn his back and say it's all up to us! You were right, he DID treat Jenny different and I don't get it!" he put his elbow on the door and rested his chin on his hand.

Enos felt his chest tighten, Jenny was everything to him and he had another reason to be angry.

"I'm sorry, I ain't meanin' to bring up bad memories for either of ya'. Just keep your chin up, th' old Grigg Farm is right over this next hill."

"Breaker 1-9, this here is Cletus callin' Hazzard Two.

"10-4 Cletus."

"10-4 Hazzard Two. I'm relayin' a message from Agent Patterson. Ya' know a guy by th' name of Matt Duncan?"

Ding dang it…now what.

"10-4 Cletus. He's in custody in Wyoming."

"He ain't no more. His cellmate done gave him a one-way ticket to th' pearly gates, but I don't think he's gonna get in."

Monroe had silenced another witness.

"10-4. Hazzard Two 10-23 at th' Grigg Farm."

Uncle Jesse leaned back against the pickup on the old Grigg Farm. His rifle in one hand and his pocket watch in the other. It was 3:00PM and time was moving too fast.

While he waited for Enos to arrive, he thought of Isaiah Grigg who died about forty years ago. He knew most of the people around Hazzard County … Isaiah was no exception. He was a hard worker and pleasant company. Then one day he was working in the fields when he collapsed of a heart attack. He left behind his wife and two small children to fend for themselves. The bank took the farm and his widow moved to South Carolina to live with her sister. The Grigg farm hadn't been touched since.

Slowly letting out a sigh he put the watch back in his pocket and looked over at the blue Buick. It was oddly out of place between the ancient gutted out tractor and rusted farm implements that hadn't moved in several decades. Behind him stood the old Grigg farmhouse that consisted of four walls and one caved in roof. The barn leaned to one side and might fall over if touched with the tip of a finger.

Jesse wasn't looking forward to showing Enos what he had found. Even though he wasn't supposed to touch it, he couldn't stand not knowing if Daisy or the other girl might be in the trunk of the car. After prying it open he wished he hadn't.

Taking his bandana out of his pocket he dabbed his eyes and thought of Daisy Mae. She had suffered so much heartache this year and had more ahead of her. They had been in tight spots before, but this was like she vanished into thin air. Even when they did find her she would have to face the truth about Drake's fiancé.

She was a Duke and that meant she was strong but he worried that the situation with her new love might affect her ability to keep fighting. It's not like her to give up, not his baby girl! He chuckled when he realized that Cynthia might have more trouble on her hands than Daisy!

The sound of an engine approaching caught his focus and he turned to see the patrol car move slowly through the dry autumn grass. Enos stepped out and Jesse took a ragged breath when he saw his condition. Clearly he was struggling to keep going. As he closed the distance between them, the young man rubbed his forehead and looked as if he would crack at any moment.

"Hey…Uncle Jesse. Ya' remember Drake? This is Jaxon. I…I ain't sure if ya' met Jaxon…I can't remember right now," he then stepped away from him and seemed to stare at the Buick while in his own world.

Jesse took off his hat and scratched his head. It wasn't like Enos to fail to make an introduction. He was more upset than he initially thought. Hopefully when he saw the trunk of the car, it wouldn't push him over the edge.

Enos took a hard look at the car and the land in front of him while Jesse greeted Drake and introduced himself to Jaxon.

He immediately noticed one set of tracks going into the field and the open trunk on the Buick. The grass was knee high and damp near the bottom. The car left a clear path from where it entered the field to where it sat now, but there were no tracks leading back out. If they couldn't find some clue as to what he was now driving, they would be up a creek without a paddle.

The second car must have been parked someplace else on the property. He knew Cunningham wouldn't have wanted the girls out in the open long, especially Jenny. She would put up one heck of a fight so he probably moved them before putting the car in the field. He had to find those tracks. When Drake spoke to him, he was still deep in thought and he slowly turned his head to look at him.

"Enos? Ya hear me? I said do ya want me to check around the barn?"

"Yeah, if ya' don't mind. Just watch where ya' step and look for tire tracks."

"Ya not worry. I know what I'm doin."

Of course Drake knew what he was doing, he had tracked down Jaxon in the most impossible circumstances this spring. While Drake headed for the barn, Enos walked towards the Buick with Uncle Jesse. Jaxon followed close behind.

"Enos? Ya' ain't lookin' too good. Are ya' okay?"

"I…I ain't sure Uncle Jesse. I'm reckon I'm doin' my best. It's just a headache. We gotta find out what he's drivin'. I saw Luke at th' station earlier, what's he doin' back in town? He wouldn't tell me why he was here. Did that have anythin' to do with Daisy bein' upset?"

Jesse looked at the young man that had grown up with his niece and nephews and couldn't add to his burden…not now. It would be several days before the Rafferty's arrived with Cynthia. So instead of telling Enos the whole story, he provided a believable answer.

"We was just…ya' know how it is Enos. I would prefer Daisy not spend the nights away from home. The boys gave her a hard time … just innocent teasin'… ya' know how her temper can be."

"Uncle Jesse, please don't think Drake's like all them other guys. He ain't one to just … I mean … he ain't usin' her. He really cares for her. That's all I'm tryin' to say," he looked down somewhat embarrassed.

"Don't ya' go and worry 'bout that. I'll visit with Drake when all this is over. I trust ya' and if anyone can find 'em it's gonna be you. Where ya' been lookin' today? Ya' had any more leads or got any word 'bout where they might be?"

"We thought we found someone who knew Cunningham's whereabouts, but it turned out to be nothin'. Earlier today I was over on Cedar Point Road. We just drove up Highway 20 and was gonna search along Ridge Runner Road when ya' called," he coughed and cleared his throat to try and cover up his heartache.

When Uncle Jesse took his arm and stopped him, Enos knew what was coming. He hoped to avoid it, but Jesse Duke was the one who picked him up from his house the morning after the explosion. Uncle Jesse and Daisy … they had always been there.

"Why don't ya' let us handle that area? Ya' got enough to cope with today and are upset. Ain't no sense addin' to it when it ain't necessary."

"I … I sure appreciate what your tryin' to do, but when it's my duty I gotta go out there. Ya' always have been there for me, Uncle Jesse. I…don't know if I told ya' how much it meant to me. Ya' know I'd do anything to find them. Havin' Drake and Jaxon with me makes it so it ain't so … um … bad," he looked down and swallowed the lump in his throat.

Jaxon took notice but held his tongue. Whatever was going on obviously went back before his time. He could tell there was a lot of pain involved and if Enos wanted to share it with him, he would.

"Uh…Enos…I opened th' trunk myself, but I was mighty careful not to touch nothin'. I couldn't stand not knowin' if th' girls were in there. When I opened it they weren't there...but they was at one time," he said sadly.

"It's okay, Uncle Jesse. I was 'fraid he put 'em in th' trunk. Did ya' find somethin'?"

"Well, yeah but before ya' check it out-"

Before Jesse could warn him, Enos had walked down the side of the Buick. When he looked inside the trunk the lights went out like the flip of a switch. He heard Jenny's voice as clear as a bell.

"Deputy…it hurts."

He opened his eyes and saw blue sky above him. He heard her! He KNEW it!

Jenny? How…

Jaxon appeared above him and helped him sit up.

He looked around halfway expecting to see Jenny. "Wh…what happened?"

"Now ya' take it easy, I think ya' just passed out" Uncle Jesse put his hand on his shoulder. "Ya' hit the ground awful hard. Are ya' all right? Maybe ya' need to rest awhile."

"NO! I can't do that! I…I'm fine. I've seen worse, it's just because…it's…I'm OKAY! I got work to do!"

"Now ya' just hold on a second! Ya' know ya' need to stop! Let Drake take ya to th' farm to rest for a bit."

"Uncle Jesse! I can't!" he managed to pull himself to his feet and tried to avoid looking back at the trunk. Next Jaxon started in and he was about ready to tell them all to pound sand. He wasn't leaving! It would be dark soon!

"Enos, I can't take anything else going wrong! You need to rest! Please listen to Mr. Duke! You've had a bad headache ever since she disappeared! How many times have you been sick today? You need to STOP!"

"Jaxon, I know ya' care, th' State Police should be here any minute. Help me at least get the evidence so they can type the blood in th' car. Then we gotta find those tracks."

"Ya' need to stop bein' so dang pig headed! Ya' ain't gonna be no help if ya' don't take it easy and considerin' where ya' been lookin' th' stress is gonna eat ya' up!"

"I'm sorry Uncle Jesse, I don't mean no disrespect, but I can't. I'm fine. It just took me by surprise. I've gotta go look at somethin' b'fore the GSP shows up," he walked away from them determined to find what he was looking for.

Now he knew why Jenny didn't get away from Cunningham. She was hurt…bad…but he already knew that, didn't he? Wasn't that what he felt all day? From the looks of things she had a horrible head injury or at least one of them did. Was that why his head hurt? No way…that was insane…maybe he did need some sleep. He put the upsetting thoughts out of his mind as he went to the beginning of the path of the Buick. Squatting down he scanned the area.

Ding dang it…where did he put it?

Cunningham would have hidden the car in such a way it wouldn't be visible from the road. His eyes went to the house. A large overgrown tree on the northeast corner provided a perfect hiding spot. When he reached the side of the house, he took a deep breath and let it out. There were two sets of tracks deep enough for a good impression. He also found footprints leading back and forth where the cars were parked back to back.

They had their lead, but his relief was short lived when he realized they wouldn't have the results until after the hearing. It would be forty-eight hours before they could narrow down the make and model of the car. They were already checking stolen car reports but he doubted that was going to help. Cunningham was smart and a stolen car was too risky. He was still in the dark…for now.

Out of sight of his friends, he leaned up against the tree and let his tears fall.

After Enos left Jaxon standing alone with him, Uncle Jesse decided he better fill one of the brothers in. Jaxon seemed closer to Enos than Drake and he wanted to make sure they knew what he was dealing with.

"Jaxon, I'd like to ask a favor of ya' concernin' Enos."

"Sure, Mr. Duke. What is it?"

"First of all ya' call me Jesse, alright?"

"Alright."

"I'm gonna tell ya' 'cause I reckon ya' need to know and he's pushin' too hard. I was best friends with his father, Otis Strate. He ran shine and had a still up behind th' Kittredge Mine. It ain't far from where y'all was just lookin'."

"Yes, sir. I know where the mine is." Jaxon had met Travis there a couple of times this summer because it was so isolated.

"Ya' see when he was just a kid, his father's still blew up and he was killed in th' explosion. He ain't never been up there and he don't even go up in that part of th' County if he can help it. Enos was really close to his father and he took it real hard. Will ya' watch him when ya' search out there? Specially after him passin' out I…just got more worry than I know what t'do with."

Jaxon took a deep breath and puffed it out, "Thank you for telling me, Jesse. I'll watch him. We're going to find them. You know that Drake won't stop either."

"I'm mighty obliged to ya', Jaxon. I know y'all will keep lookin'. Ya' just take care of each other. It's gonna be dark soon," Jesse turned away toward the sound of another car and saw the GSP pull in.

Jesse watched Enos approach the officers then point to a tree beside the house. One officer retrieved some equipment out of the trunk while the other walked back to the tree with him.

Jesse sighed in relief, "He found somethin'. Thank th' Lord."

As the sun began to creep slowly to the west horizon in Hazzard County, six glass bottles of various colors sat on a rotten log. The amber bottle glistened in the late afternoon sun when without warning it shattered into pieces. Far away and up on a ridge, Ian MacFarland crouched behind a random boulder with his sniper rifle.

He came here to hone his marksmanship skills and prepare for tomorrow morning. Looking through the scope, he took aim at the next target, pulled the trigger…and missed.

"Damn."

The phone call was messing with his concentration. He took a deep breath and as he slowly let it out, he relaxed his entire body and focused on the remaining jars on the log. A few seconds later, the bottles exploded one by one. A half-smile crept across his face then disappeared quickly as the phone call again came to mind. He put his rifle aside and sat back against the cool surface of the rock.

This isn't the way things are supposed to be. They take care of their own problems and he doesn't get involved. Jaxon's capture this spring was a perfect example of why he held that philosophy, although he almost broke his own rule back then, too.

Contrary to Jaxon's belief, he hadn't ignored him while Monroe held him prisoner. When he quietly began to implement his plan to rescue him, he discovered what Drake was about to do and aborted his mission. He stayed away and read the reports with pride as Drake made bold moves to rescue his brother. He reunited the three siblings and they were stronger for the experience. Drake once again proved to be the strongest and a leader.

Jaxon had also proven his skill and could glean information from unbreakable sources…including HIS sources! They were never supposed to know about any of this. The Circle M was just a freaky coincidence and if the Commissioner did what he told him to do, it would stay in the hands of the deputy where it belonged and things wouldn't get messy or complicated.

The answer he gave his son today was not the one he wanted to hear, but it was truthful and would keep him fighting.

"You OWE her for that! You know it!"

"I told ya I not have information on where he be! What would ya have me do?"

"Save my sister! Do SOMETHING!"

"Ya will have to forge ahead. I can't give what I not have. Ya will have to fight for your sister, Jaxon. Remember, Cunningham be an arrogant man and he will put her where ya least expect it. Just like Finn."

"That's just GREAT! I appreciate you telling me how to find HER BODY! We will save her! WE are a FAMILY and WE aren't turning our backs on Jenny like YOU!"

He sighed heavily and began to disassemble his rifle as he clenched his jaw. He didn't have any idea where Cunningham was; he wasn't trying that hard. Learning Monroe would be waiting to shoot the deputy after the hearing was all he needed to know. Before the sun came up in the morning he planned to be on the top of the building caddy-corner from the courthouse. Cunningham would be with Monroe to watch his back and he planned to end them both.

Ya BOTH will fall!

He was angry and disgusted with himself for being idle while they suffered and ran. Monroe should have come after him for his partner's indiscretion, but he didn't. Tomorrow he would pay for it with his life.

Maybe.

The call clouded his plan as well as his concentration. Monroe had Cunningham take his daughter and if she weren't found before the hearing he would have to let the opportunity pass, although he couldn't let him kill the deputy. If he killed Steven he would kill the only person who knew her location.

He was a horrible father…the worst…he was nothing like his own attentive father had been. Before Finn died his time at home was limited, but he tried. When the twins were born, he suddenly had a daughter and she was incredible. He called her his precious one and eventually so did her big brothers. His little girl was always so tiny and for some reason he cared what she thought of him…until he quit caring about anything at all.

He shut the rifle case and rested his forearms on his knees. When he closed his eyes a memory popped into his mind. He smiled ever so slightly at the image of five year old Jenny. She wore her pretty new dress…one with lots of ribbons and bows. She was barefoot in the grass as she twirled around and around. He brought home gifts when he returned from his travels, but Jenny got a new dress, too. She looked like a tiny ballerina when she twirled and whenever she smiled at him, it melted his heart.

When Finn died, he might as well have died, too. The mistakes he made with their mother were unforgivable. In fear of history repeating he made even more mistakes. Now ain't life just flippin' wonderful, history repeated anyway.

Jaxon's words kept pricking his conscience. He was having a hard time walking away from her plight. Coming here to right a wrong and make amends was the ONLY plan. He wasn't trying to reach out to them. He didn't want that at all!

If he were to help save her, they must never know.

He picked up his rifle and began the mile walk back to his car. The decision was made but the plan was undefined. Maybe by the time he reached the overgrown path where his car was hidden, he would have some idea of how he could save his daughter without any of them knowing it was him.

As the light faded from the front of the cave and the stars had come out over Hazzard County, Daisy shivered from the cold and held Jenny's hand in hers. Daisy had been awake for several hours and had cried until she couldn't cry anymore. Somehow trying to take care of Jenny helped her feel a little less afraid.

Jenny was in rough shape. Despite talking to her and trying to encourage her to wake up, she barely spoke and when she did she didn't make much sense. She had moaned in pain and had said, "Deputy, it hurts" and "Deputy, I love you." Daisy didn't think she was aware of what was happening and thought she may be hallucinating. At least she hadn't been sick in several hours and Daisy hoped that meant she was improving. Since she couldn't turn her head far enough to see Jenny's face, she had no idea what had happened to her.

Daisy remembered everything up until the time the Jeep hit the embankment. Her face was sore and her shoulder ached where the seatbelt gripped her tight. Right now her body felt like a rubber band that had been stretched to the limit and snapped back.

Drake and Enos would find her. Enos knew these hills better than some of the best Ridge-Runners. But with Luke's revelation to her she was afraid of what would happen when Drake found out about Cynthia. She loved him, but did he love her as much as he loved Cynthia? Her heart was broken over the thought of losing her guardian angel to another woman, especially after working so hard to gain his trust.

When she felt Jenny moving and heard her breathing quicken she knew she was finally awake, but she was clearly alarmed.

"Dep…DEPUTY?!"

"Jenny, it's Daisy! Can ya' hear me?"

"Daisy? Wh…where…are we? Where's Deputy? He was…OH…"

"What's wrong?"

"My…head, it hurts."

"I've been awake for awhile, ya' been real sick. Do ya' remember?"

"Deputy was here earlier. He was…laying in the grass."

"There ain't no grass here and it's night! Jenny, do you understand what's goin' on?"

"He said he was going to be here as soon as he could! He was here…I…know it. Why is it…dark?"

"I think ya' hit your head real hard and ya' got confused. Can ya' see th' light from th' moon? We're in some kinda cave."

When she didn't respond and got very still, Daisy squeezed her hand tight and tried again.

"Jenny? Please talk to me. I know I ain't been nice to ya' but…but ya' need to keep talkin'! Tell me something…yell at me or say whatever ya' want but talk to me! PLEASE!?"

When she realized that she was unconscious again she tried not to cry.

Drake, where are ya'? I've been gone forever! Ya' need to find me…then ya' need to stay with ME! I love you…ya' big jerk!

As Enos swung back and forth on the porch swing, he wiped the occasional tear as it fell. It was 4:30AM and he was eager for the sun to come up so he could go search before the hearing. His arms were wrapped around the pillow from Jenny's room. It smelled like her perfume and having it in his arms helped the overwhelming emptiness he felt. She was out there somewhere in the night with his best friend from childhood…and she was hurt.

Before they lost light, he did everything he could at the Grigg farm. The State Police showed up and were able to get good impressions of the tracks and the boot print. The Buick was registered to a man named Jimmy Blake who lived in Atlanta. The FBI went to his registered address but the house was a rental and turned out to be occupied by a family of five who knew nothing about him. Enos wasn't surprised. They put out an APB on the man, even though the bloody fingerprints on the contract found in the barn belonged to Steven Cunningham.

Last night around 10:00PM, the Sheriff and Travis called all of them to the station then ordered them to go home and rest. Even though he had driven until he was almost crazy and had criss-crossed the northwest part of the county who knows how many times, he protested and argued. They all wanted to be out searching. Most of all, he didn't want to go home and spend the night alone…without her. He would have driven all night before he gave into that and he fought hard.

Uncle Jesse got real upset with him. He told him he was pushing too hard and eventually broke him down. They all promised to go home until dawn. A command post was set up at the old Grigg farm and they were meeting the Dukes there at sunrise.

Sunrise. Twenty-four hours. She had been gone for almost a full day.

When they returned to the Circle M, it was Drake's turn for a meltdown and it was a doozy. It was painful to watch and reminded him of how he was in Nebraska. Without Jenny here to come to his rescue, he spiraled further and further into his agony and unable to deal with it he lost control. His fear of losing two more people that he loved to a violent man…the SAME violent man…made him raw and beyond angry. Neither one of them could touch him without upsetting him more. Eventually Jaxon was able to get through to him, but only after Drake had been inconsolable for hours and was nearing exhaustion. Jaxon helped him upstairs and was still with him. It hurt his heart to see Drake this way after he had finally begun to open up and even smile.

Taking a deep breath, he squeezed the pillow in his arms and inhaled the scent of Jenny's perfume. He missed her so much and was trying to understand this odd feeling...a connection to Jenny that he had. He couldn't make sense of it and he was at war with his mind about whether or not it was real. Earlier today when he heard her voice for a split-second after he blacked out, he decided he was just going plain crazy. Now he wasn't so sure. As much as he fought to reason it away, he couldn't and for now just decided to let it ride. He felt her fear and her pain, but still had hope that she felt him sending her all the strength and love he could give.

Morning couldn't come fast enough and he was eager to hear the sounds of the world coming back to life. Once he could move, once he could do something, anything, to help find her he wouldn't feel so…desolate. For now, the stillness was hollowing him out and driving him insane.

The screen door opened and Jaxon stepped out on the porch with dropped shoulders.

"Hey, why are you still in uniform?"

"I ain't sleepin' anyway, might as well be ready when th' sun comes up. I still can't believe Rosco let me bring th' patrol car all th' way out here. It sure save's time in th' mornin'. How's Drake?"

Jaxon fell in the rocking chair beside him, limp and exhausted.

"Well, he's on the bed where Daisy stayed the other night staring at the ceiling, but I think he's through the worst of it. We better find them or he's never going to be the same."

"Ya' sure he's okay? Maybe he shouldn't be alone yet."

"He's all right now or I wouldn't be down here. I think what set him off was what our father said. That's when Drake really got upset. I should have known better than to tell him something like that."

"What did he say that was so cotton picken' awful?"

"He said that Cunningham was arrogant and that..." Jaxon shook his head and closed his eyes for a moment. Enos waited patiently until he continued. "Finn's body was hidden right under our noses and he said he would do the same with Jenny and Daisy. When he kills them we will find their bodies in the place where we least expect it."

"WHAT?! He SAID that?"

"Not exactly like that but that's what he meant."

"But what EXACTLY did he say?"

"He said to remember Cunningham was an arrogant man and he will put her where we least expect, like Finn," Jaxon pushed back in the chair. "Sorry, Enos. He doesn't have any tact or compassion. I think there's a chunk of stone where his heart use to be."

"I'm th' one who's sorry, ya' both told me he don't care."

Enos gave the swing a push and held the pillow tight. Yesterday she sat here in his shirt and he held her in his arms as they swung back and forth. The swing was always a special place; he spent hours here with Beth, too. His heart warmed when he thought of his Pa sitting here with Beth. The dream he had in the ravine came to his mind and he again saw his Pa with his arms wrapped around his mother. He told him to fight and helped him to hold on until Jenny arrived and saved his life.

It was his turn to save her and he was looking around aimlessly. No one had seen Cunningham leave the Grigg Farm. They didn't know which way he went or what he was driving yet. He felt desperate when he thought of the infinite number of places they could be hidden along Ridge Runner Road alone.

Including the mine…where they would least expect.

He gasped and leapt to his feet then paced frantically as he tried to convince himself he was right.

"JAXON! I…I think I know where they are!"

"You…you what? Enos! Geez! What's gotten into you?"

He was still pacing back and forth and knew he sounded disconnected and somewhat crazy, but it was worth taking a look! The hearing was in less than four hours!

"You said he would hide them where we least expect it! Finn was put on the property at YOUR home! Cunningham took DAISY, too! This is about me! They want th' ranch! Don't ya' see? He put them at th' Kittredge Mine! Where my Pa was…" he couldn't say the words, but he knew he was right about their location. He had to be!

"Okay, okay! Settle down! Jesse said you've never been there! How do you know where to find them?"

"I don't know exactly, but Uncle Jesse will! If he don't, I can call an old friend! Rosco might know…I ain't sure…but he might! It's faster than goin' to th' station to look for th' ATF report! Ya' gotta believe me and we gotta hurry! Go get Drake and I'll get my gun! We're gonna need flashlights, the girls will need water and we should take a lantern! I'll get Jenny's shotgun and-"

"-ENOS! Breathe! I'll go get Drake…don't lose your head!"

As Jaxon flew up the stairs, Enos quickly went to the phone and his hands shook so much he had trouble dialing the number.

"Duke Farm, this is Luke."

"LUKE! It's Enos! I gotta talk to Uncle Jesse! I need his help! Y'all need to meet me at th' Kittredge Mine!"