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Meanwhile, back at the Boar's Nest, Roscoe was informing Boss Hogg and his deputy Enos about the accident.

"They were both unconscious when I left a couple hours ago," finished Roscoe.

"Both unconscious you say? Oh my," Boss, replied, chewing his cigar.

Enos looked down at the hat in his hands. Then he brought his eyes up to meet Roscoe's. "Will uh… will they be alright, Sheriff?"

Roscoe cleared his throat uneasily. "I uh… I dunno. Bo Duke… well, he's pretty bad off."

Tears formed in Enos's eyes. He had known Bo and Luke all his life. The thought of them coming to harm in such a way was more than he could take. He felt his face turn red in anger as he asked quietly, "Who done it?"

"A couple o' meanies in a green sedan of some sort. You just wait 'til I find 'em. I'll…I'll cuff 'em and stuff 'em an' throw away the key," promised Roscoe.

"A green sedan, you say?"

"Yes, sir, Boss. Flash an' me, we saw…"

"Now, now, now… you listen here… I want you both to go back to yer reg'lar duties."

"But Boss, them two bad guys…" began Roscoe.

"Uh-huh. You won't go after 'em…."

"We won't go after 'em?'

"Uh-huh. On account o' they're long gone…"

"They're long gone," echoed Roscoe.

"And there's nothin' we can do for them poor Duke boys…"

"Nothin'…"

"Except…" Boss raised a finger in the air.

"Except?" questioned Roscoe and Enos simultaneously.

"Except to do our duty for the citizens of Hazzard County… It's what Bo and Luke would want," added Boss reverently, with his hand on his heart.

"Our solemn duty… I love it, I love it," cooed Roscoe.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Now get to work!"

"Yes sir, Boss," said Roscoe and Enos as they quickly left Boss's office.

"Unconscious…," murmured Boss. He then grabbed the CB.

"Breaker…Breaker….this is Boss JD Hogg calling his two little pigs…over,"

"Little Pig One here. Go ahead," sounded a voice over the speaker.

"I wanna see you in my office right away…we need to clarify some things…"

"So we do, Boss, so we do…. We'll be right there. Over."

Now I just have a feelin' them two pigs are the fellas who were after Bo an' Luke. Wonder how they're tied in with Boss? One thing's for sure… it can't be good.

Half an hour later, two men walked into Boss's office. The taller of the two, with sandy blond hair and mustache slammed the door hard, startling Boss who had been cat-napping in his barber chair.

"What the….! Oh Turk, Charlie… it's you," fumbled Boss, getting up from his chair and standing before them.

"You had something you wanted to say to us, Boss?" asked dark haired Turk, slowly gliding his thumb and forefinger over the handle of the pistol in his belt.

Boss gulped before he continued. "Yeah Turk, I did. I uh… I heard what you did to them Duke boys… I never wanted them hurt. I hired you to put the general Lee outta commission 'fore the race. That's all."

"Boss, we saw our chance an' we took it. Besides that, a car needs to have a driver to race…. We took care o' that," smirked Charlie, as he high-fived Turk.

"Now, listen here…" began Boss, raising his fat finger to Charlie.

"No, you listen, fat man," interrupted Charlie slapping the Boss's finger away from his face.

Boss's mouth dropped open in shock as Charlie continued. "We did you a favor. We carried out everything you asked… and then some. I think that entitles us to a bonus. Don't you think so, Turk?"

"A bonus?" asked Boss. He laughed out loud. "You think you deserve a bonus?"

"Yeah. Five thousand dollars."

"Five thousand dollars!" cried Boss, clutching his heart and backing up as he spoke.

"Yeah. Or else we tell everyone how you tried to kill them poor Duke boys…"

Boss laughed. Turk and Charlie exchanged glances.

"We've got witnesses…" began Boss.

"Yeah, witnesses to the sedan being the car used. Not to us."

"No one will believe you…"

"They will when they find the car and the evidence in it. You know, you should be more careful with what you leave laying around. Race forms with the Dukes' names scratched off, letters to another boss letting him know that ev'rything had been taken care of and the Dukes would not be at the race…. Ya really ought t' be more careful…."

"What!"

"So what's it gonna be, Hogg?" asked Charlie.

"Okay…Okay. But I uh… you'll have to wait 'til after the race…. On account o' all my spare change went towards premotin' it."

"I know better than that, Boss. But, I'll tell you what. I'm a nice guy…. So I'll give ya till then…"

Boss smiled sweetly.

"For an additional five thousand dollars."

"An additional five...!" shouted Boss in disbelief.

"Wanna make it ten?"

Boss swallowed. "No, no, no. Five thousand is fine…just fine."

"I thought so…. C'mon, Turk."

"And remember, Hogg… any funny business and…well, I've got a very itchy trigger finger," threatened Turk, patting his pistol.

Boss nodded slowly.

After the door closed behind Turk and Charlie, Boss quietly made his way to the desk. Opening the top drawer, he slid aside the false bottom, revealing a secret stash of candy.

Being threatened with his life always made him hungry.