Okay, here is #10. Thanks to all who review. hope to hear some more from y'all. -Jordy

Luke stood over the General Lee the next morning, trying to repair the damaged carburetor, when a familiar voice caused him to turn and smile.

"Heya, buddyroo. What's goin' on, Lucas Dukas?"

"Hey, Cooter."

"Thought I'd come over an' lend a hand."

"Thanks. I could use it," answered Luke, handing Cooter a wrench.

Cooter took the tool and started to work on the engine as he talked.

"How's ol' Bo?"

Luke stopped working. As long as Bo's name wasn't mentioned, he could absorb himself with the General Lee. He stood leaning on the smashed hood of the General. Looking up at Cooter, he replied, "Not so great."

Cooter grimaced. "How bad is it, Luke?"

"He's still in a coma. He's hangin on, but…" Luke couldn't continue. There was nothing more to say.

"Any word on the fellas who done it?"

"I ain't got a clue…"

"Did ya hear 'bout the race?"

"No. What's goin' on?"

Cooter grinned widely. "Everyone dropped out."

"Why on earth would they do that?"

"Well, buddyroo, guess they figured it'd be no race without the General. I wish ya coulda seen Boss's face when Roscoe told him... he looked like someone shot his best friend."

Luke chuckled. "You'd think he'd be happy 'bout it. The entry fees are non-refundable."

Cooter scratched his head. "Yeah... I dunno, he was none to happy."

Luke got a thoughtful look to his face. Something didn't make sense. He just couldn't put his finger on it.

"Y'ok?"

"Yeah, Coot, I'm fine. But what d'ya say we pay Boss a visit?"

"Suits me, buddyroo. Ya look like butter wouldn't melt on yer tongue. Whatcha thinking?"

"Don't ya find it a lil odd that Boss'd be so upset 'bout making money?"

"Well, yeah," replied Cooter, loosening a bolt.

"I wanna know why," stated Luke.

Cooter nodded. "Yeah, me too."

"Why don't we see if we can use Dixie?"

"Suits me," said Cooter. "Let's hit the road."

After explaining his thoughts to Daisy, she agreed to let them use Dixie if she could come long too.

"I don't like this, boys. I got a funny feelin'…" began Daisy as she skidded down the road towards the Boar's Nest.

"Me, too," replied Luke. "An' I'll tell ya somethin' else… if Boss is behind Bo getting' hurt…"

Cooter put his hand on Luke's shoulder and squeezed. Luke was having a hard time even saying Bo's name. What would he do if it turned out Boss was behind it all?

Now friends, I'd hate to be Boss when Luke finds out what he done, wouldn't you?

"Shh!" cautioned Luke, as the three crept toward the back window of Boss's office at the Boar's Nest. He heard faint voices. Luke held the others back as he stood and looked in the window.

"Now Boss, we warned ya what would happen if…

"But I…"

"We want our money, fat man!"

"Now, now, now. You'll get it," said Boss slowly backing away toward the CB radio and flipping the on switch. "But you'll have t' refresh my memory. What did you do?"

"Boss, you know what we did. We took care o' that Duke boy… just like we'll take care o' you if you don't pay us," threatened Charlie.

What other threats Charlie might have uttered, Boss never knew. Luke had raced in the back door and jumped him from behind.

Daisy watched in horror as Turk tackled Luke and wrestled him to the ground. "Cooter, should you…"

"Nah. Luke's got things the way he wants 'em. Watch," invited Cooter as he sat back and enjoyed the fight. Boss stood in the far corner with a big grin on his face. He didn't always like the Duke boys, but he would say this… they sure knew how to fight.

Luke ducked a punch from Turk and put an elbow to his chest, causing him to crumble to the ground. Charlie drew his gun and fired a shot, barely missing Luke. Luke became like one possessed. All he could think about was Bo… how pale and lifeless he was, how his heart had stopped and how it was because of these two men. He wailed on Charlie for all he was worth. Cooter pulled him off. "Luke, enough. He's had enough, Luke…"

"Lemme go, Cooter. They pre'near killed Bo. They gotta pay!"

"It won't help Bo none, Lucas. Enos just got here. Let him take care of the rest."

Luke stared at the men doubled over and bleeding on the floor. Luke's stomach hurt like fury and his lip was bleeding. He shrugged off Cooter's hold and walked out the back door, without looking back. His work here was done.