(No I ain't bumping my story...I had a few grammar errors I had to fix... sorry about that)

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"What d'ya mean no one's heard from him?" demanded Luke from his motel room, as he haphazardly threw items into a suitcase with one hand and held the receiver with the other.

"Well, he never showed up t' do the night chores when he went to Atlanta Friday mornin'. I didn't think much of it…thought he got tied up or something... he wasn't there the next mornin' either an' when his date called Saturday night askin' where Bo was, I started worryin' an' thought I'd give you a call. I was hopin' maybe he'd a come to ya- I know y'all had a scuffle 'fore ya left…"

Luke swallowed. "No… no, he didn't. Last thing Bo said to me was that he was leavin' the farm…"

"Leavin' the farm!" barked Jesse. "Why on earth would he say a fool thing like that?"

"It don't matter now," answered Luke shortly. "He wouldn't just leave…not you an' Daisy. He would've said goodbye. Did ya call Roscoe? Er the state police? Ask at the hospitals?"

Jesse nodded. "We called everyone. No one's heard hide or hair from him since Friday mornin' when he picked up the parts in Atlanta…. he's lost track of time before but…"

"Jesse, you an' I both know better than that…somethin's gotta be wrong, else he woulda called… an he wouldn't just take Cooter's car an' the parts he needs with him…he wouldn't do that." He finished packing and scribbled a note of explanation to his buddy. "Did anyone search the route to an' from Atlanta?"

"Yeah… we didn't see no sign of him." His voice choked. "Luke…Luke my big toe ain't ached like this since ya went to Nam…"

"I'm on my way," answered Luke as he shut the suitcase.

Jesse nodded in response, though Luke couldn't hear him. "See you then."

The drive back to Hazzard was long despite the fact that Luke broke every speed limit. His thoughts and fears seemed to weigh the General down, putting everything in slow motion. Tears came to his eyes as he thought of the last words he spoke to Bo. If something had happened….

Rationally he replayed the facts in his head. Both Bo and the car he was driving had disappeared. He had, in fact, picked up the parts, so he had made it to Atlanta. Whatever had happened must have occurred as he drove home…

"He's driven to Atlanta dozens of times; he couldn't've gotten lost," reasoned Luke to himself. Something had to be keeping him from coming home…but what? Uncle Jesse had said no one had seen him. He knew Bo well enough that if he was going to be late, he would have called with some lame excuse as to why. Always.

He considered the possibility that Bo had really made true on his threat and left, but quickly dismissed it. He wouldn't have just left the farm. Uncle Jesse needed him and as impulsive as Bo was, there was no way he would have left the farm…not like that.

He reached Atlanta hours later and, having satisfied his curiosity by stopping at the store where Bo was last seen, he slowly drove the familiar route between Hazzard and Atlanta looking for anything amiss.

Nothing.

Something was wrong…something was very wrong.

Now ain't that puttin' it mildly?

He had driven all night long, his thoughts and fears having kept him wide awake. Now, as he pulled up to the farm, his heart sank. Always before, when Luke had gone on a trip of any kind without his cousin, Bo was always the first to greet him back with a tackling bear-hug.

There was no Bo today.

Instead Daisy ran outside and threw her arms around him as he was pulling his suitcase out of the car. "Luke!"

"Daisy!" Luke dropped his case and picked her up, holding her close to him. "I thought you'd be gone!"

She shook her head. "I couldn't stay away… not 'til I know Bo's safe…" she added shakily.

Luke looked at her and gently traced a tear stain on her cheek. Her eyes were red from crying and though she gave Luke a smile, he could tell how scared she was.

"We'll find him sweetheart. We will."

Jesse too came out to meet his nephew.

"Uncle Jesse…"began Luke hugging him with one arm, the other wrapped protectively around Daisy.

Jesse only nodded. "C'mon inside. I'll fix ya some vittles…"

Daisy shook her head. "Uncle Jesse, you've been up all night. I'll make breakfast." She went inside before the man could utter a dispute.

Luke looked at his uncle. Daisy was right. The man hadn't slept for what looked like days.

"What? You don't look much better…" teased Jesse gently seeing the look of worry in Luke's eyes. "C'mon…a hot breakfast'll do us both a world of good."

Luke nodded and followed his uncle inside, not hungry, but knowing that if he was to do any kind of search, he would need to eat.

Night had fallen quickly. Daisy had gone back to the farm along with Jesse, both too tired to go on any more tonight. Cooter and Luke had gone back to Atlanta, scouring the side roads between it and Hazzard, looking for any leads but finding none. It was like he had disappeared into thin air.

And to make matters worse, a storm had moved in, making the black sky even darker.

Those boys just can't get a break can they?

Luke squinted his eyes scanning the road desperately, not knowing what he was looking for, but praying he'd find it…and soon.

Suddenly, his eyes blinked as the beam from the headlights was reflected back at him by something in the road. Stopping the General, he made his way over to the object and picked it up.

It was a bent license plate.

Luke swallowed the lump in his throat as he raced back to the General and picked up the CB hoping to God there would be a decent signal despite the rain. "Cooter! This here's Luke! You got your ears on, come back…."

A voice cracked through the speaker. "Right here buddy-roe, whatcha got?"

"Cooter, that car Bo borrowed…what was its plate number?"

"Lemme see…I think it was 147 CYM…why?"

Luke's voice choked. "Cooter, get over here to Fox Glen Hollow…an' hurry…I'm gone."

"Glory be Lucas…ya got me more nervous than a long tailed cat in a room full of rockin' chairs…what'd ya find?" asked Cooter as he caught up to Luke on the road some twenty minutes later.

Luke tossed him the plate. "Look familiar?"

Cooter swallowed. "Where'd ya find it?"

"Back there," began Luke pointing, "smack dab in the middle of the road."

Cooter fingered the plate in his hand. "Looks like it got knocked off the way it's bent…"

Luke nodded. "An' look at the paint there on it… a car ran into it," answered Luke in a broken whisper. "We gotta find him…"

Cooter nodded. "Well, we got us a start." He put a hand on Luke's shoulder. "Come on we best keep looking."

Slowly, the tow truck and the General Lee searched the side roads for any sign of Bo. They were both on a seldom-used trail and about to turn around when Luke grabbed the CB. "Cooter! Up ahead! Looks like something crashed through them trees!"

"I see it Luke!"

Quickly the two pulled up to the broken trees and stared down a steep ravine. What they saw and smelled caused Luke to scream and race to the bottom, oblivious to the danger.

There, crashed against a towering oak tree were the charred and still smoldering remains of a car, so burnt it scarcely looked like a car anymore. The glass windows and tires had melted completely. In fact, the only thing that gave evidence that it really had once been a car was the license plate on the tail-end... or rather the lack of one.

I can't look.