The ride back to the farm was filled with yeehaw's and yahoo's galore. Luke was driving while Jessie and Daisy sat in the back of the General and Bo sat in the passenger seat. Bo was no longer sleepy, as his adrenaline had kicked in and he was too giddy to be drowsy.

"That was great, Uncle Jessie," Bo said happily. "You should have been a lawyer."

"I wouldn't be no good at that, Bo. I just know a little back porch country law." Jessie answered and looked over to Daisy. "What did you think?"

"I think I love you even more!" She announced and gave him a hug, snuggling into his bear-like embrace. "I would never have thought of having him raise my wages. Totally brilliant move."

Luke hit the Dixie horn and smiled. "Oh General you are OURS now." He had to laugh as Bo leaned forward to kiss the dash.

"Anyone up to celebrating?" Jessie asked, happy for once to see his charges all in a good mood. He hoped that all three of them had picked up something important today. You didn't sue friends, but you didn't let them walk all over you either. He had kept the respect the Dukes were famous for and had made their lives a little bit easier to boot. True, he still had the mortgage on the farm, but now it would be a little easier to pay for it now that some of their financial strain had been lifted.

"You bet!" came the three expected responses.

Bo reached for the CB. "Lost sheep to Crazy Cooter. You got your ears on?"

"Breaker one, breaker one, I may be crazy but I ain't dumb. Crazy Cooter comin at ya. What's up Bo?" came back the expect response.

"Come on up to the farm and bring some of the cold stuff with ya," Bo said cheerily. "There's gonna be a party at the Duke farm toooonight!"

"Can I bring some of the guys too?" Cooter asked already knowing what the response would be.

"Sure, bring em all. Brody, Dobro, Charlie, whomever. The Dukes are flying high tonight." Bo wasn't sure if he was giddy from the medication or just plain happy that his troubles with his allergies were almost over.

"What's the occasion?" Cooter decided to ask.

Luke took the mic and pressed the button. "Let's just say the Dukes have a new freedom and leave it at that."

"Alright then, I'll get the word out. Crazy Cooter is out and gone." He signed off and Luke hung up the CB mic.

The rest of the ride was as carefree as the Dukes had ever been.

By three thirty in the morning the party was over and the last of the guests had left. Jessie had turned in an hour ago and Daisy had followed suit. The party had moved to the barn until the last of the guests had partied out and gone back to their farms, either being helped home if they were too drunk to drive or by being the driver.

Bo and Luke had quickly picked up all the discarded beer bottles and cans, all the snack bags of food and other party debris. One thing they were proud of was the fact that the Dukes could throw a party without wasting a house.

Bo, however, felt like he had been the one wasted. He realized that he had a little too much to drink, but his spirits had been high and he had no reason not to indulge himself just this once. Legal drinking age in Hazzard was 18 and he was past that by a full year and a half now.

Luke tied up the last bag of trash and took it outside to the cans. When he returned back inside he saw his cousin practically passed out on the sofa. "Bo? Hey Bo!" he called out trying to rouse the other boy.

Bo cracked one sleepy eye open and looked at Luke. "Hey, Cuz. How come there are two of you there?" His head rolled slightly as he spoke.

"There are two of me, because there is one of you that doesn't know when you've had enough to drink." Luke quipped. "Come on to bed, Bo. You need to get to sleep or you are gonna have one heck of a hangover in the morning." He went over to help Bo stand.

Bo managed to get upright but then stumbled and landed face first on the coffee table. His hand hit the ashtray in the center of it and sent the contents into the air. "Oops."

Bo had been feeling so good tonight, from the combination of the medicine, Jessie's news and the beer that he had almost forgotten that he had allergies at all. The medication had worked so well, that even the party-goers smoking hadn't bothered him one bit.

Until now. He realized that the medication had worn off sometime after two in the morning when his head had started feeling clogged, but the beer was still doing its job and keeping him blissfully happy. However, once the ashtray had been spilled, it was time to face the consequences.

The ashes scattered into the air and all over Bo's face. With a grimace and a groan, his nose seized up and protested the invasion. "Heh-KHET-Chissshh!" The sudden sneeze blew more ashes into the air. Bo tried to wave them away from his face. "Hah-Chuhhh! KESHHH!! EhKshhhh!"

Luke rubbed at his own face wearily. Leave it to Bo to make going to bed a production. He hauled his sneezing cousin off the table and away from the ashtray. Slinging one arm of the toasted boy over his shoulder he led Bo towards the bedroom. He managed to get Bo into the room, stopping only a few times for Bo to sneeze harshly on the way.

He lay his cousin down on his bed, and removed the younger boy's boots. Bo was still too busy sneezing to notice. "ehKisssh! Hah-KEshhh!! Heh-eh-KESHoooo!" He was trying hard to cover his face, but his hands wouldn't cooperate with his beer-soaked brain. He ended up sneezing all over Luke.

Luke rolled his eyes heavenward. "Is this a punishment for something?" Luke reached up to the tissue box and pulled a few out to press against Bo's nose. "Blow."

Bo made a half-hearted effort to empty his nose. Luke then sat closer on the bed and held his cousin in place like he was nothing more than a child with a bad cold. "I said blow," he told the other boy and this time Bo did better.

It took a few tries before Bo finally calmed down from his attack enough to fall right to sleep. His head had barely hit the pillow before he was out like a light. Luke got up off the bed, disposed of the tissues then pulled the covers up and over the sleeping boy. "Goodnight, Bo." He ruffled the blond head slightly. "Sleep well."

It wasn't long before he changed and climbed into bed himself. He already knew that once morning came, Bo would have the mother of all hangovers to greet the sunny day. Chuckling to himself lightly, he rolled over and fell asleep.

(More to come soon, the story isn't over yet!!!)