Chapter 6
Still Bo was panting heavily from his run. "You okay back there?" Luke asked.
Some sort of fuse blew inside Bo. A long, overdue fuse that had needed to blow for a while now. "Oh, yeah! I'm just great! I'm only dyin'! I only used up what little energy I had left in tryin' ta make your plan succeed! I might even just drop dead right here!"
Luke stopped the car. He looked back at Bo, eyes full of remorse. "I'm sorry, Bo. I shouldn't have made ya run like that. It didn't even occur ta me that ya might not be able ta handle it." I can't tell you how sorry I am. Luke thought.
"No, I'm sorry," Bo breathed. "I didn't mean to snap atcha like that."
I think the word for this is psychosomatic. Friends and neighbors, I think Bo's pains are psychosomatic.
Luke started to drive once more. By this time, all the Dukes desperately wanted to change the subject. Bo was the one to do so. "Daisy, are we goin' the right way? Which way did you come from?"
"We're goin' the right way."
"When we get there," Luke began, "I think Daisy should go get Doc Watson, but be real careful with that ankle, and Bo, if yer feelin' up to it, you can help me catch them bad guys."
"I don't know, Luke. I don't really got no fights in me."
"I have a better idea," Daisy said. "Bo, there's cars there. If we need one, we'll take it. The red sedan guys are still out there somewhere. You keep goin' on an' catch 'em." Bo nodded.
"Good idea, Daisy," Luke commented.
"Enos, ya dipstick," Rosco said into the CB. "Where are ya?" No answer, yet again. Rosco had been trying to reach Enos, but the dipstick deputy was nowhere to be found. "I need a car," Rosco mumbled to himself.
Suddenly, for the first time in what had to have been years, Rosco came up with an idea. "The impound lot! I'll take a car from there!" He took Flash from the desk inside the Sheriff's station and ran across the street to the impound lot. After telling the impound people he was the sheriff and he could take a car if he wanted to, he took the only car they had in there: a dingy brown beat up old 1966 Dodge Coronet that had the name "Daddy's Little Girl" painted on the hood. The license plate said "DADSGRL" on it. It barely started, but that was all Rosco had.
In Rosco's patrol car, Daisy found a first aid kit in the glove compartment. Bo helped her wrap her ankle with ace bandage. After letting his older cousins off at the bad guys' hideout, Bo could tell Daisy was still pained by her ankle, but not quite as bad as before, as she had also taken some aspirin from the first aid kit.
Bo drove down the road in silence. Still the burning in his chest occurred when he took too deep a breath. His energy was slowly waning, but he fought the urge to just curl up and die right there. He knew he had to follow the red sedan dudes, if for nothing but just to clear Luke of any charges. He figured it didn't really matter for him; he was about to die anyways.
After a few minutes of driving at top speed, he caught up with Charlie and Nicodemus.
Charlie sighed deeply. "All we do these days is run from either the cops or those dudes with the orange car."
"Who is it this time?" Nicodemus asked, afraid to look back for himself.
"It's the sheriff," Charlie answered.
Inside Rosco's car, Bo decided he would have a little fun. He found a spare police hat that belonged to Rosco in the backseat, and he put it on. Then, he flipped on the sirens.
Bo laughed. "Man, now I see why Rosco loves bein' sheriff so much," he said to himself. "This is fun!"
Up ahead of Charlie and Nicodemus was a riverbed. Of course, we all know Bo can jump it. But Nicodemus was too much of a city driver to really know how to stunt drive. He took off, but immediately did a nose-dive into the river.
Bo, on the other hand, though his feet and every other part of his body were tired, he was able to slam onto the accelerator to get across. As soon as he did and stopped the car, he got out and went down to where Charlie and Nicodemus were, intent on getting some answers.
Daisy limped through the door that led to the basement stairs of the hideout house. Luke, Bo, and she had figured out that they were hiding out at the old abandoned Kasan Farm.
Slowly and painfully, Daisy made her way down the stairs. When she got to the bottom, she found old Dr. Watson, conscious this time, and she proceeded to untie him. First, she took the gag out of his mouth.
"Are you alright, sir?"
"Yeah," Doc Watson said, but his voice was raspy because he hadn't used it in a few days. "I'm starvin', though, I could eat seven horses."
"Will ya settle for some sunflower seeds? I found some in my pocket earlier," Daisy said kindly to the old man as she untied the rest of him.
"Why, sure Daisy, thank you."
Daisy smiled at Doc Watson. "Here you go." She fished out the packet of sunflower seeds from her pocket and gave it to him. "Let's get out of here." With help from Doc Watson, Daisy easily made it up the stairs on her bad ankle.
As they entered the outside, Doc Watson breathed a lungful of the fresh air, and Daisy smiled. "You know earlier," she began, "I meant to untie you too when I escaped, but Perkins-"
"It's okay, Daisy," said Doc Watson in an understanding manner. "I understand you had no time. At least you came back for me now."
Daisy smiled, yet again. "Well, then. Let's go find a CB so I can raise Enos and tell him yer alright."
Inside the Kasan Farm, Luke found Perkins. "Who's there? Charlie? Nicodemus?" Perkins asked to the shadowy figure across the room
"Nope," Luke said. "It's yer worst nightmare."
"Who are you?" Perkins was getting kind of scared.
"I'll tell you who I am if you tell me who you are." Luke put his hand in his jacket pocket, and made it into a shape so it looked like he was holding a gun in his pocket.
Perkins lit a lamp. Finally, he could see his assailant. He saw the gun shape in his pocket and grew more fearful.
"I go by the alias Louis Perkins, but my name is really Gregory Figgs," Perkins said, truthfully.
Luke nodded. "I see. I'm Luke Duke. I think you kidnapped my cousin," he said, referring to Daisy.
"She escaped," Perkins said matter-of-factly.
Luke nodded, but didn't say anything. But, by accident, he took his hand out of his pocket, so Perkins could tell he was faking the whole gun thing. "Hey!"
There was a revolver on the table, but Luke stood in front of it so Perkins couldn't get to it. So Perkins used his next defense. He threw a punch at Luke that hit him square in the nose.
Luke and Perkins then threw punches at each other until Perkins was finally knocked unconscious. Luke was so mad by this point, he almost wanted to kill the guy and run. But he knew he couldn't do that. Instead, he hauled him down to the now empty basement, and tied him up and gagged him, just so he'd stay. Then he said a silent prayer that Bo had caught the red sedan guy and they wouldn't come back and help Perkins escape before he got Enos or Rosco there.
Meanwhile, Rosco clunked along in the Daddy's Girl Dodge. He was going real slowly, so he didn't know if he was going to be in "hot pursuit" anytime soon.
Sometime or another, Enos showed up behind Rosco and the Daddy's Girl Dodge. "Enos, where have you been?"
"Well, right now, I'm tryin' ta find some leads on this Watson kidnappin', but I'm stuck behind some brown Dodge that has Daddy's Little Girl written all over it."
"Enos, ya dipstick, that's me!" Rosco shouted at his deputy.
"Sheriff, when did you get a license plate that says D-A-D-S-G-R-L on it? And what does it mean?"
"It means 'dad's girl.' And I borrowed it from the impound lot cause them Dukes stole mine after the General Lee had engine problems."
"Oh," was all Enos said.
"Would you pull over, ya nincompoop? This car ain't gonna get me nowheres!"
Enos pulled over, and sat there and waited for the sheriff to get in the passenger side. But Rosco had other plans in mind. "Enos, scoot over. I'm sheriff, I'm drivin'!"
"Just out of curiosity, Sheriff," Enos wondered, "how come yer so intent on drivin'?"
"Cause. I wanna give Bo Duke the best darn car chase he's ever seen, an' I want 'im to enjoy it," Rosco said with a not e of finality.
After a while, a voice came over the CB. "Enos? This Daisy Duke, come in Enos."
Enos picked up his own transmitter. "Hey, Daisy. What's goin' on?"
"Guess what?" Daisy said, imagining people's reactions when they found out that ol' Doc Watson was alive and not kidnapped anymore. "I found Doc Watson, I freed him, he's here with me right now."
"You found him?" Enos was excited. "That's great! I can't wait till I tell Mrs. Watson! She'll be real happy!"
Rosco grabbed the CB away from Enos. "Where are ya?"
"We're at the old abandoned Kasan Farm. We're waitin' for Luke, then we'll wait for Bo to pick us up." Daisy didn't want to mention to the sheriff that they were planning on "borrowing" the bad guys' car.
A few miles away from Daisy, Charlie, Nicodemus, and Bo all heard that conversation.
"Charlie," Nicodemus started, "do you have ol' reliable with ya?"
"Ol' reliable?" Bo asked with a nervous laugh. "That sounds like fun."
"Oh it is," said Charlie, pulling out his gun.
Bo's eyes bugged out, but then went back in. "You know what? I ain't afraid o' no gun. I'm dyin' anyways."
"Yeah, well what about yer cousins?" Nicodemus asked threateningly.
The smirk on Bo's face slid off. "What about my cousins?"
"They ain't dyin'," was all Nicodemus said, and then Bo got the picture.
They held Bo at gunpoint and led him back to the police car. "Drive us to the Kasan Farm. Now." Charlie's voice was dead serious, and that's what scared Bo the most.
Well, now, this is a fine kettle of fish Bo's gotten hisself into. I'd sure hate ta be a Duke today. Ya'll stick around.