Thanks for all the nice reviews…please keep 'em comin'. Here's the next chapter! –Jordyn
Roscoe heard the sound. His head told him what had happened, even though his heart refused to believe it. He stopped at the top of the hill and looked down.
The General Lee had crashed head first into a massive oak tree.
Wiping tears from his eyes, Roscoe quickly called the hospital.
"This is Sheriff Roscoe P. Coletrane calling Tri-County Hospital. I need a couple ambulances out here on Miller Creek Rd., just north of Whistler Canyon. The Duke boys had a horrendous crash. Hurry now."
Roscoe quickly made his way to the smoking General Lee. Things sure didn't look good. Bo had swerved to the right, trying to miss the tree. Instead, the driver's side of the General was impacted. Broken glass and pieces of the General were scattered everywhere.
"Bo? Luke?" gulped Roscoe, as he peered into the passenger side.
Roscoe shuddered at what he saw. Neither Duke boy had been wearing a seat-belt and there was blood everywhere. "Bo, Luke can ya hear me?"
There was no response.
"Luke?" Roscoe felt for the boy's pulse, and was relieved to find one. Luke had a large cut across his forehead and his dark hair was caked with blood. Roscoe took out his handkerchief and pressed it against Luke's head in an attempt to stop the bleeding.
Roscoe then turned his attention to Bo. "Bo… oh my…."
Tears came down Roscoe's cheeks as he realized that it had been Bo's head, and not the tree that had broken the windshield.
Roscoe had to turn away. In his line of work, Roscoe had seen his share of accidents. And he knew from experience that the chances of Bo having survived were slim to none.
Just then the ambulances pulled up.
"Be careful with him now," said Roscoe, watching as two paramedics loaded Luke on a stretcher, carried him to the first ambulance and sped away with sirens blaring. Roscoe and the others then began the difficult chore of freeing Bo from the wreck.
Ya know things ain't good when you see the law sheddin' tears for a Duke.