It had been three days. Three days since Jesse Duke had received that fateful call about Bo's accident in Dixie. He had been worried about his boys, both of them that day, but he never imagined things would turn out like this.

He never imagined that seventy five people could fit into his farmhouse.

He never imagined that he would receive more casseroles than he could eat in a year.

And he never imagined that there would be two matching coffins side by side in his living room.

Although the room was a bustle of activity, with all of their friends and neighbors there, Jesse only seemed to notice one thing. Daisy.

She was moving at a rapid pace, easily side-stepping those that mingled there. She continued the trek until she exited the front door.

Jesse went after her, to make sure she was okay. But how could she be?

He wasn't okay.

When he went out the front door, he spied her sitting in Dixie, preparing to drive away.

"Daisy, where you goin'?" Jesse asked.

"I'm tired of cryin' Jesse. I'm goin' after the guys who did this to Bo and Luke."

"You're what?"

"I'm goin' after them!

"No Daisy, you can't!" Jesse exclaimed, going around the jeep and laying a firm hand on her arm.

"I can't just sit around no more, Jesse. There's a score that needs settlin' with them guys, and Bo and Luke can't do it no more. That leaves me."

"I won't allow it!" Jesse commanded. "I lost my boys this week I'm not gonna take a chance of losing you too!"

"Let go, Uncle Jesse. My mind is made up!"

"No!" Jesse replied, grabbing onto the side of the bar that ran across the top of the jeep.

To show her seriousness, Daisy began to inch away in the jeep. To show his, Jesse held on tight.

Determined, Daisy began to speed up. Soon she was going 20 miles per hour 30…40….50…

"Let go Uncle Jesse!" Daisy instructed.

But Jesse was determined. He held on as Daisy hit 60….70, his legs no longer on the ground, but flying slightly behind him.

"I don't wanna lose my kids!" Jesse cried out. "I don't…."

His voice trailed off as Daisy hit a bump and he was flung from the vehicle.

Jesse let out a small cry as he saw some jagged rocks coming up to meet him.

He landed with a small thud.

Opening his eyes. He looked around. The only thing visible in the darkened room, as he lay on the hardwood floor next to his bed, was the alarm clock which turned to 1 a.m.

"Uncle Jesse!" Daisy exclaimed, opening his bedroom door and switching on a nearby lamp. "You okay?"

"I'm alright." Jesse replied, getting up. "Just had nightmare, that's all."

What a coincidence. So…did…..I.

Daisy ran over to give him a hand.

"Can't sleep too good, worryin' about the boys." Jesse confessed as he got to his feet, trembling slightly at the memory of the very realistic dream.

"Me either." Daisy admitted. "Uncle Jesse, I know it's late, but why don't we go look for Luke? Most likely he's asleep wherever he is, which means he'll stay put for awhile, give us a better chance of finding him."

"I think yer right." Jesse confirmed. "Go git dressed."

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Luke flinched when he heard the gun go off. But instead of the large boom he expected to hear, the only sound that met his ears was a click. Surprised, Charlie turned the gun to look at it.

Luke didn't give him a chance to figure things out. As Charlie cocked the hammer again, Luke was fast on his feet. He knocked over the small table in front of Charlie, turning it toward him.. As Charlie tipped backwards in his chair, his arm was knocked skyward. The gun went off this time with an ear shattering shot.

Luke leapt over Charlie to deliver a sucker punch to a surprised Horace, who stood dumbstruck at the unfolding events. With both brothers on the floor, Luke turned and kicked the gun away from Charlie's hand before grabbing the gym bag off the counter and dashing for the door.

"Horace! You dad blasted……." Charlie began as he struggled to untangle himself from the furniture. "Can't ya even load a gun right? He's getting' away…..and with the money and pictures!"

As Charlie and Horace scrambled to their feet, Luke ran outside and jumped into the waiting General Lee. Although the car had taken a nasty spill with the McCamey boys, a quick inspection and a couple of minor adjustments by Cooter had rendered it fully operational again.

As a couple of shots rang out in his direction, Luke threw his beloved car in reverse and backed up a couple hundred feet before jerking the wheel to the right, achieving a perfect 180 degree turn. As he switched to drive, he looked in his rearview mirror to see the headlights coming to life on the beat up old red car the Mantooths had obviously stolen.

"Crazy C, Crazy C, you got your ears on?" Luke asked into the CB.

It took Cooter a moment to answer but he finally did as a shot rang out in Luke's direction. "Loud and clear, Luke. Just checkin' uh….things out." Cooter replied, trying to hint that he was searching cemeteries while keeping his word to remain quiet. "You find out anything?""

"'Fraid not, Cooter. Turns out that dang bug was on the back of my belt the whole time, and because of our talk, they wouldn't tell me a thing about Bo." Luke replied. "I couldn't hang around to demand answers." He added as another shot rang out.

"No need for an explanation, I just heard the reason." Cooter assured him. I'm on my way, where are ya?"

"That's what I'd like to know, Luke Duke!"

"Jesse!" Luke exclaimed, a bit surprised to hear his Uncle's voice.. "Why you out this late?"

"Never mind about that!" Jesse replied as Daisy drove the pickup truck, his smile over hearing from Luke quickly fading when he heard Bo's name in the conversation. "I shoulda figured out it all had somethin' with Bo, with how ya been actin' these past few days. Now where is he and who's that shootin' at ya?"

"Fraid there's no time to explain, Shephard, but I'm glad you're out there. Any way you can meet me at Waylon Corners in about three minutes?"

"I'll meet ya anywhere if it means gettin to the bottom of things!" Jesse assured him.

"Won't be no time to stop. I'm just gonna send somethin' flyin' your way. Can ya be there?

"Of course!" Jesse assured him.

"Ten-four Shepherd."

"And when you get to Waylon Corners, Luke Duke, ya just sit there, 'cause you're under arrest!" A new voiceadded.

"Luke ain't done nothin' J.D., so just git back in the bed 'n turn off ya C.B. and go back to sleep! Don't nothin' concern you tonight." Jesse replied.

"Well it just so happens it does concern me if it has anything to do with that nephew of yours, Jesse Duke! I just got me an anonymous C.B. message over on channel 36 that he was in cahoots with that pair that robbed my bank, and that he's runnin' around with that stolen money even as we speak!"

Luke smirked at what he heard. There was only one person who could have made that call, and that was the person who saw no hope of getting it back. Charlie.

Rosco! Enos!"

Rosco woke from where he slept in his patrol car outside the bank, while Enos jerked awake at the same time inside the police station. Since his bank had been robbed, Boss had demanded round the clock police service, allowing only one at a time- in this case, Cletus- to be off.

"Uh, yes Boss?" Rosco asked, as he rubbed sleep from his eyes, Flash offering a couple of barks from the passenger seat.

"You been sleepin', ain't ya? Cause if ya hadn't, you'd done know what's goin' on. Luke Duke's gonna be at Waylon Corners in about two minutes. Now git over there and arrest him!"

"What for?" Rosco asked.

"Never mind what for. Just do as yer told!"

"Ten-four little fat buddy!" Rosco exclaimed, peeling away from the bank.

Cooter frowned as he heard the exchange on the CB. "Say ya'll, how 'bout a little country music?"

"Ten-four." All the dukes replied, switching their CB's to channel 47 as Enos joined the chase and Boss ordered his chauffer out of bed.

Folks, yall are about to witness a historical moment. The first Hazzard County car chase in complete darkness. Ya'll stick around, 'cause it's bound to get real interestin'.