Bo and Luke were inside eating some leftover fried chicken when the sound of a car was heard outside.
"It's okay, Bo. Must be Daisy- she said she'd drop by on her way to work…c'mon in!" shouted Luke as footsteps sounded on the porch.
The door creaked open. "Well, now, I don't mind if I do," snarled Charlie, aiming his gun point blank at Luke. Turk followed him inside, aiming his gun at Bo. "Now ain't this a nice little reunion. Get up!"
Bo and Luke stood up. Luke eyed Bo worriedly. Bo's eyes were full of fear although only Luke noticed.
"Get over here, blondie," commanded Charlie, aiming his gun at Luke. "If ya want your cousin to live, you'll move it!"
Bo walked over to Charlie, who grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back.
"Ow!" Bo couldn't help screaming as his shoulder dislocated.
"You ain't half feelin' what ya will be…" snarled Turk.
"Leave him alone. Your problem is with me. Bo didn't do a thing to ya."
"Yer right, there. Bo here's been a good boy. But we have it all figured out Mr. Duke. Ya see, we were gonna just kill ya straight off and be done. But the more we thought about it, the more we thought there would be a better way of making ya pay."
"Such as?" asked Luke coolly.
"Such as living with the guilt that because of you, your cousin here didn't live to see his next birthday," said Turk, giving Bo a sucker punch in the jaw and an elbow to the stomach. Bo would have doubled over in pain, had not Charlie still held him by the arm.
"Leave him be," uttered Luke, his blue eyes flickering with anger.
"Now, I don't think I can do that Mr. Duke. Ya see, you cost me a heap o' money. Now, I gotta make ya pay, one way or the other…"
"Yer gonna be waitin' a long time, friend," threatened Bo, struggling to get lose.
"I ain't yer friend," muttered Turk, punching Bo square in the throat.
Bo turned blue as he fought for breath.
Furious, Luke lunged for Turk.
"Ah-ah-ah… I wouldn't do that if I were you," said Charlie, keeping his gun aimed at the younger Duke boy.
Turk punched Bo again. No longer able to stand the pain and lack of air, Bo passed out onto the floor.
"What kind of man are you?" uttered Luke, as he helplessly watched Bo drop to the floor like a sack of potatoes.
"Now, now, Mr. Duke. You got us all wrong. This is your fault, not ours. Heck, if you woulda minded yer own business, none o' this woulda happened."
"And now… ya best say "good-bye" to yer cousin here…. He's goin' on a long trip…" said Charlie, kicking the back of Bo's head.
Now friends, it's a good thing Bo ain't a gamblin' man… 'cuz the cards sure are stacked against him…
Luke flew at Charlie, paying no attention to the gun in his hand. The two were in an all out brawl when Turk cocked his gun and aimed it at Bo.
"You'll get off him now if ya don't want this breath to be his last."
Luke pushed himself off of Charlie and wiped his bleeding lip.
"Do you hear something?"
"Someone's coming… it's a jeep… there's a cop behind her… we gotta get outta here. This ain't over, Duke!" promised Turk, as he turned from the window and, grabbing Charlie by the arm, pushed him into their car.
Enos, recognizing the car and plate, took off after it while Daisy made her way inside.
"Luke! Bo!" screamed Daisy, as she raced into the house. Her hand flew to her mouth when she saw Luke kneeling on the floor beside Bo. "Is he…?"
"He's still breathin'… hey, he's comin' round."
Bo slowly opened his eyes and stared up at his cousins. Everything was blurry to him.
"You ok, Bo?" asked Luke, his blue eyes full of worry.
Bo opened his mouth to answer, but coughed up blood instead.
"Call an ambulance, Daisy. Stay with me, Bo."
Ya know, the sun may be shinin', but these sure are some dark days for them Dukes…