Luke climbed up the hill over the General. "We got to call Cooter…Uncle Jesse, Daisy…"He thought of whom else he had to tell. "Shoot." He shouted at himself, for almost losing control of his emotions. He reached through the window, reaching for the CB mike. He pressed down the button. "Cooter Davenport, this is Luke Duke."
"What's going on Luke?" The mechanic's voice came over the radio waves. The signal wasn't clear enough but Cooter's voice was tangible.
Bo listened in on the conversation, as Luke told Cooter to get Uncle Jesse and Daisy to come out to the lake.
Bo couldn't believe Rosco was gone. It felt like he was still here. Maybe he was, looking down on them. He looked down at Rosco's hat still clenched in his hands. It brought back so many memories. Rosco always wore the black cowboy hat. Ever since Bo and Luke came to Hazzard when they were children, Bo remembered him wearing it even then. He had been 4, Luke had been 10. There was a time he recalled that Uncle Jesse wasn't there, so Rosco would watch them. They'd always wait at the court house, (this was before Daisy's parents died and she came to live at the farm.) while Uncle Jesse ran errands. Bo would sit on Rosco's lap and play with his hat. He'd sometimes play a game of keep away while Rosco was on the phone. When he was bored with the little game he'd put the hat on his head. Obviously it was too big, so it covered his whole face. There was a lot of sentimental value to that one particular cowboy hat. He wondered why Rosco was always attached to it. Maybe the same reason Bo was. It had good memories attached to it. Looking back at all the good things Rosco had done, he'd done a lot for them. And they didn't really see it because of the path he took. He seemed to have a strong sense of will when he was chasing him or Luke, or chasing criminals. He had had close calls before but he always got out unscathed. Nothing could break that man or even stop him, and he wouldn't take nothin' from nobody (even Boss at times.) That's why it seemed impossible for him to be dead. Silent tears rolled down his face, he was never a loud crier. He felt like he didn't just lose a friend. It felt like he had lost a father. Crazy as it might sound Bo found himself thinkin' that Rosco was like a second father to him, like Uncle Jesse was.
Bo looked back at the lake deciding what to do with the hat. He decided that he'd keep it. They'd have to pry it from his cold dead hands.
