A FANFIC STORY BY MacSas
What Trish wants, Trish gets.
And she will do anything to get Bo!
"I don't believe it"Jesse Duke sat at the kitchen table with a stunned expression. Before him sat his blonde haired younger nephew, Bo.
Jesse had never dreamed that anything bad would ever befall any of his charges, yet he'd watched over all of them with an eagle eye.
Luke, the oldest and most dependable. Daisy, the middle child and only girl. And Bo, the youngest and most impulsive.
Bo had been the one that Jesse had worried most about. Trouble stuck to the youngster like Teflon to a pan.
Now his fears were being realised.
He gazed at the young man nervously pacing before him.
"Bo" he started. With words failing him, he finally just shook his head.
"I'm so sorry, Uncle Jesse" Bo stressed. "You know I'd never do anything to hurt you or bring shame on the family" He shrugged his shoulders helplessly. "I just don't know how it happened"
Jesse snorted with laughter.
"How it happened seems obvious"
Bo shook his head. "You know what I mean. I was being so careful, I swear. I just … I don't know"
Bo sighed and sat down.
Jesse looked at him, his heart aching for the young man.
"Well, what do you want to do?"
Bo lowered his head to the table. "I have no idea. I know what I should do, what the right thing to do is. But I don't know if I can do it"
He looked up at his Uncle, defeat in his large blue eyes. "Know what I mean?"
Jesse nodded. "Yep, I do"
A few minutes of silence passed between the two.
Jesse had no idea what to tell his nephew. But he did know that Bo would ultimately do the right thing. No matter what the cost. That was what he had taught all three cousins. You could never be truly wrong by doing what was right. It may be unpopular, it may be hard, it may even cause heartache, but it was the only way to go.
Jesse sighed.
This would mean that Bo would have to grow up very quickly. His childhood was behind him, but the young man had a lot to learn about maturity. Jesse wondered if, even at 18, Bo would be ready to stand up and finally act with the same sense his older cousins had.
"Bo" he announced. "We have to deal with this the right way"
Bo lifted his head again and looked at his Uncle.
"Your going to have to face up to your responsibilities and take care of them"
Bo didn't answer, just looked at Jesse with teary eyes.
"Don't worry, son" Jesse assured him. "We'll be behind you. I'll be behind you"
The old man got to his feet and walked to his youngest nephew. Squeezing Bo's shoulder, he told him, "No matter what happens, your family will support you"
"Did you find out what's going on with him?" Luke Duke asked his Uncle later that night.
"Yep" Jesse murmured.
Luke waited.
"Well?" he asked when there was no forthcoming answer.
"That's Bo's story to tell, Luke" Jesse said simply.
"Oh, come on" Luke sighed in exasperation. "Have a little sympathy for me, Jesse. I've gotta share a room with the cowpoke"
Jesse hid his smile behind the paper he was reading. He was proud of how close the three cousins were, but that closeness meant that, at times, they would forget that personal privacy was also allowed. They believed it was their right to know each other's business, regardless of how the one whose privacy was being invaded felt. Jesse often reminded them of the barriers, but didn't fuss at them too much. How could he? What they did was all in the name of family.
The older man looked at his dark haired nephew. Slumped on the couch in mock defeat, he sure made a handsome picture. Many girls had tried to tie Luke down, but he had always seemed more interested in his career with the Marines. After two tours of duty in Vietnam, Luke had come home, resigned from the Marines and was now working on his law degree. His leaving the Marines had shocked many people, but Jesse had always suspected that Luke had seen and endured things in Vietnam that he simply wanted to forget. He never spoke of his time over there. After years of trying to coax information out of him, Jesse had stopped asking.
"You can ask Bo yourself when he gets home," Jesse now told Luke.
Luke gave a disgusted snort as he got to his feet, coffee cup in hand.
"Sure. He'll tell me all about it"
A few moments later, he entered the room again, put a fresh mug of coffee in front of Jesse, and then flopped back on the couch again with his own cup.
"Where's he gone, anyways?" he asked as he put his feet up on the ottoman in front of the couch.
Jesse took a sip of the hot coffee and waited a beat before answering.
"To take responsibility"
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