Updated (I just wqasn't happy with the first one!)Thanks to all my devoted readers who took the time to review. Now, one more time, please, please review! Thanks and be looking for my next story coming soon to a fan fic site near you… yeah this one! -Jordyn

It was a fine, bright morning two weeks later when the General Lee, with Luke at the wheel and Bo riding shotgun, was racing through the back roads of Hazzard County.

"Glad you're feelin' better, cousin," began Luke. "The General doesn't ride so well without ya. Ya sure ya don't wanna drive?"

"I'm sure."

Luke glanced at Bo as he pulled up to their favorite fishing hole. He had been surprised that Bo agreed to go fishing with him this morning. After all, Bo still was acting strangely, although that might be from lack of sleep. He had been haunted by nightmares ever since they got home, but Bo never spoke of them to anyone. Luke didn't press the issue any. He knew that if Bo wanted to talk about them he would. Hopefully, Bo might be able to relax a little today. He'd always loved to go fishing…

The sun was high in the sky when the boys decided to call it a day. They had just finished putting their poles and tackle in the trunk of the General and were about to climb in the car when Bo did a double take. Walking up to the car, with a gun aimed at them were Turk and Charlie.

Ya know, somethin' told me the boys'd catch more than a catfish today…

"Well… looks like we meet again," snarled Turk.

Bo and Luke stood side by side. Luke hooked his thumbs in his jeans, slouching, and Bo put his hands on his hips. They were scared to death, but there was no way they would give Turk and Charlie the satisfaction of knowing that.

"Ya know, I thought I smelled somethin'."

"Luke Duke, yer mouth has got you in a heap o' trouble."

"Yer wrong, friend. Yer the one who's in a heap o' trouble…"

Luke kicked the gun out of Charlie's hand and followed it up with a punch to the stomach. Bo jumped on Turk, tackling him to the ground. Luke ducked a punch from Charlie, and gave him an uppercut. Luke socked him hard knocking him out cold into a tree.

Meanwhile, while Luke was taking care of business with Charlie, Bo was having some trouble with Turk. He never had been the fighter that Luke was, but he had always held his own. Now was another story. Bo still wasn't quite up to par yet and as a result, he received more punches than he gave out.

After Turk sent Bo sprawling unconscious to the ground, he picked up Charlie's dropped pistol and aimed it straight at Bo. "I've had enough of this. Good-bye Duke boy!"

"No!" screamed Luke, racing towards Bo.

The sound of the gun shot pierced the sky, crumbling Luke to the ground.

"C'mon, we gotta go. The cops might show any minute. Yeah, I took care of 'em both," answered Turk, helping a dazed Charlie to his feet. They got in their car and sped towards the county line.

"Luke, what happened?" asked Bo a minute later, opening his eyes and rubbing the back of his head. "Luke?"

It was then that he noticed Luke's body, lying in a pool of blood.

This sure don't look good.

"Luke! Oh m' gosh! Luke!" Bo raced to his cousin and dropping to his knees, rolled Luke over carefully and checked his pulse. It was there. It was slow, but it was there. Bo removed his shirt and pressed it to the bleeding wound on his chest. "C'mon Luke! C'mon, hang in there."

Bo knew that somehow he had to get Luke to a hospital. He ran to the CB.

"This is Bo Duke callin' anyone out there. I need help. Anyone? Come back?"

There was no answer and Bo remembered that out here, the CB's were as useful as a fox to a henhouse.

"Well, cousin. I guess it's up to me." Bo wrapped his belt around Luke's chest to hold the once yellow shirt in place on his wound. "Stay with me now, Luke, ya hear?"

Bo never did know how he lifted Luke into the General Lee, but somehow he did. His hands were shaking as he put the key into the General Lee's ignition. The engine roared to life and Bo prayed with all his might that Turk and Charlie were long gone. He took a deep breath and, after a quick glance at Luke, stepped on the gas. Although he made record time, the trip to the hospital was by far the longest trip Bo had ever taken.

Bo flagged down an orderly and Luke was rushed to the ER.

Bo was nervously pacing the floor waiting for the rest of the family to come when Daisy rushed into the hospital an hour later. She grabbed Bo and hugged him close to her. "Oh, Bo!"

Bo held Daisy to him, refusing to let go. Tears poured from his eyes.

Jesse placed his hand on Bo's shoulder. Poor Bo couldn't see due to the tears flowing from his eyes, but he fumbled his way to Jesse and hugged his uncle tight.

"How bad, Bo?"

"Bad," managed Bo shakily, "so, so bad…"

Just then Enos entered the room and removed his hat.

"How's Luke doing, Uncle Jesse?"

"Not so good, Enos. We're still waitin' on word from the doc."

"Well, I thought you'd wanna know… them fellas were crossin' into Chickasaw County when Sheriff Little recognized the license plate. He shot out all four tires and took 'em in. They're being charged with assault and attempted murder."

"That's good news, Enos. I always knew that shootin' sheriff was good fer something."

"For Luke Duke?"

"He's my nephew. Is he… is he….?"

"Mr. Duke. I'm Dr. Freeman, Luke's ER physician. Your nephew is a very fortunate young man. The bullet missed his heart and made a clean exit. We stopped the bleeding, and gave him some antibiotics and something for the pain. He's still unconscious due to his body entering a state of shock."

"Can we see him, Doc?" asked Bo.

"Of course. But only one at a time."

"Uncle Jesse, do you mind if I…"

Jesse patted Bo on the shoulder. "Go right on ahead, Bo."

"Luke? C'mon Luke, please wake up. Please?"

Luke lay motionless on the bed. Bo shuddered at how still he was… so still, so pale. Tears smarted in his eyes as he kneeled down beside him, holding his hand in his own.

"Luke? Luke, c'mon, buddy, please wake up. Please?"

No response.

"Luke, would ya wake up? Please, Luke, wake up!"

Bo could take no more. He buried his face in his hands and bawled his eyes out.

Luke moaned softly as he heard his cousin's muffled sobs. Slowly he opened his eyes. Everything was blurry and out of focus. Luke turned his head slightly and seeing Bo so upset, Luke reached for his hand.

Bo nearly jumped out of his skin. "Luke?"

"I'm here, Bo."

"Luke." Bo hugged his cousin carefully. "Are you okay?"

"I'm okay. Sore. Are you alright?"

"I… I… Luke I was so scared!"

"It's ok, Bo…"

"Luke…" Bo wiped his eyes with his free hand, holding Luke's hand in the other. "Luke… when I found you… you were… Luke, I thought you were dead!"

Luke squeezed Bo's hand. "I ain't dead… ya know I'm too ornery t' die."

Bo couldn't help smiling through his tears.

"Yeah… I know."

Two night's later, the boys were lying in bed talking, as they always did, before calling it a night.

"I'm real proud of ya, Bo. I know it wasn't easy gettin' back behind the General. It took guts."

Bo shook his head. "I didn't have a choice. I did what I had to. But I gotta admit: it sure felt good to be back behind the wheel."

"So are you sayin' yer back?"

Bo smiled. "Yeah, I guess I am."

"Yee-haw!"

Bo laughed.

A knock sounded on the boys' bedroom wall. "Keep it down in there!"

"Sorry Uncle Jesse!" replied the boys simultaneously, trying to keep from laughing. It was so good to have things back to normal.

"Luke?"

"Yeah, Bo?"

"Luke, I uh… I don't want this t' sound weird, but…"

"What?"

"Well… I just want ya t' know that I love ya. I was so scared when I thought I might not get the chance to tell ya that again… I just wanted t' make sure ya knew that."

Luke smiled. "I know, Bo. I know. I love ya, too."

Don't y'all just love a happy endin'?

THE END.