Okay; here it is… the first chapter of my second fan fic ever. As always, I really appreciate your comments, but please, no slams. And as we all know, I do not own the Dukes… Please, please make my day and review! The response I get will determine how soon I update, so please let me know what you think!- Jordyn

"It's turnin' out to be a beautiful night," commented Daisy as she washed the few supper dishes. "The boys an' Cooter sure picked a good day t' go huntin'."

"Yeah. 'Course with those three; I'd be surprised if they were actually huntin' boars and not ladies."

Daisy laughed. "You got that right. Last time they…" She was cut off by the phone ringing relentlessly.

"I wonder who that could be?" asked Jesse looking up from his newspaper.

Daisy picked up the receiver. "Duke Farm. This is Daisy."

"Hey, there, Daisy, how are ya?"

"Just fine, Cooter. What can I do for ya?"

"Well, I was wonderin' when them cousins o' yers were gonna show up?

"They ain't there?

"Nope."

"Cooter they left bright an' early this mornin'! They should've been there by now…"

Jesse stepped into the kitchen and took the phone from his niece. "Cooter, are you sayin' my boys are missin'?"

"Now, I'm sure they're fine, Uncle Jesse. Maybe they got a flat tire…. or maybe they met up with the Dixon twins… you know how the boys are…" reasoned Cooter, though there was a tinge of worry in his voice.

"First off, I ain't yer Uncle Jesse! Second, you know as well as I do that if the boys did have a flat tire, it wouldn't take twelve hours t' fix… an' even if they did meet up with some girls, it ain't like them not to call an' let us know where they're at. We need t' find 'em."

"Don't worry Uncle, er I mean Jesse, we'll find 'em. I'll get some of the fellas to take the south end o' the county. You and Daisy take the north end. I'll stop by an' let Enos and Roscoe know to keep a look out for 'em too.

"Cooter, my big toe is achin' and when my big toe aches it means nothin' but trouble. Find my boys, Cooter. Find my boys."

"Will do, Uncle Jesse. I'll keep in touch now. I'm gone."

"Uncle Jesse?"

"C'mon, Daisy; I got me a feelin' that…. well, we best go find 'em."

When Luke woke up, his head was aching and water was dripping onto his face. "Roof must need mendin' again," he thought as he opened his eyes. His breath caught in his throat as he realized there was no roof… and for that matter, no floor. He was sprawled on the ground in a massive wooded area. Luke sat up and shakily pushed himself up out of the mud. Being very dizzy, he leaned against a nearby tree. His head hurt like fury, and his ankle was pretty tender, but these things didn't worry him so much. What really gnawed at him was the fact that he had no idea where he was- or how he got there.

Y'all got this crazy feelin' ol' Luke ain't in Hazzard anymore?

A crack of thunder reminded Luke that, first and foremost, he had to find shelter. The forest was dark and what light there was would be disappearing as night fell. He needed to find shelter quick. A flash of lightning cascaded across the sky showing the rugged rooftop of a building in the distance.

Now ain't that convenient?

Luke limped towards the building as quickly as he could. It turned out to be an abandoned moon shiner's hideout. Luke stepped inside, closing the door behind him. It wasn't warm, but it was dry. Luke took the matches that he found on the makeshift table, and after lighting a lantern, built a fire in the fireplace. "Whoever was here must've had to leave in a hurry to leave all their supplies like this," thought Luke, as he dried himself with a blanket. He tried to piece together what had happened. "Last thing I remember, I was in the General 'bout to go huntin' with Bo…" Luke stopped short, realizing for the first time that Bo might be in danger. He hobbled outside, screaming Bo's name.

There was no answer.

"Bo! Bo, where are you? Bo!"

A loud crash of thunder sounded and as lightning streaked across the sky, Luke faintly saw a trace of yellow on the ground ahead.

"Bo!" screamed Luke, quickly staggering forward.

Bo lay facedown on the ground,his thick blond haircovered in a mixture of blood and mud. Luke dropped to his knees. "Bo?" Carefully supporting Bo's head, Luke rolled him over and checked for his pulse. Luke breathed a sigh of relief when he felt it… slow but steady.

The thunder cracked once more.

"C'mon, cousin, we gotta get you inside." Luke settled Bo carefully across his shoulders and, though the added weight on his ankle brought tears to his eyes, he somehow managed to carry Bo back to the shack.

"Okay, Bo. Just one more time, buddy," said Luke after he had opened the door. Once more he picked up Bo and carried him across the floor. Carefully laying Bo down on the bed at the far end, Luke returned to close the door and grabbed several blankets from where they had been keeping warm by the fire. He removed Bo's sopping wet clothes and covered him up. Luke then made his way to the dust-covered sink and, to his surprise, clean water spurted out when he turned the handle. He wet a towel, returned to Bo, and carefully began the task of cleaning him up.

It sure is lucky Luke found Bo when he did… but ya know, somethin' tells me it ain't over 'til Lulu sings. Y'all stick around.