(A/N Greedy me still wants those chappy 18 reviews ya'll weren't able to post due to the site being messed up...if you would be ever so kind. Thanks for those from you who were able to post!)

"You sure?" Jesse asked with a worried expression.

"I'm sure." Luke sighed. "See, now you're worried too. That's exactly what I didn't want to happen."

Jesse laid his hand on Luke's arm. "Luke, you listen to me. I know you, Bo and Daisy are grown, but we're all family, and until they cart me off to the cemetery, I'm still the head of this family and this house. I got a right to know what's goin' on with you kids. You understand?"

Luke gave a reluctant nod in response. There wasn't any use in hiding his thoughts now.

"It's just that I hate the whole thing, Jesse. Not only what these people have done to him to cause the nightmares in the first place, but the fact that he tried to get rid of 'em best he knew how and he come out worse on the other end."

"I know what ya mean." Uncle Jesse replied. "What we gotta do is figure out a way to help him git over 'em ourselves."

"Well, Major Edwards did tell us he would send a military approved hypnotist to help Bo free of charge, if that's what we wanted."

"No." Uncle Jesse snarled. "I'm done with them. Ever time one of 'em gits near the family, it causes nothin' but trouble."

Luke thought then shrugged his shoulders. "I guess we could all go over to the church and have group prayer for Bo."

He looked at Jesse who sat lost in thought.

"Uncle Jesse?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah. A group prayer's a good idea but I got somethin' else in mind too. Somethin' that I think 'ill really help Bo."

"What is it?" Luke asked, perking with interest.

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Later that morning around 9, Bo woke with a jerk again. This dream wasn't nearly as bad as the one that had woke Luke at 3, but it was bad just the same. Bo sighed as he ran his arm across his sweat-drenched forehead. This was getting very old.

After he had showered and dressed, he walked into the living room. "Uncle Jesse? Luke? Daisy?" He shouted, looking around the house. He finally spied a note held onto the refrigerator with the help of a magnet. He took it off and began to read it.

Bo:

Breakfast is in the fridge. Me, Luke, and Daisy had some errands to run. Major Edwards is coming to see you around 10. You sit tight until he gets there.

Uncle Jesse

Bo wondered why the Major was coming to see him. He shrugged his shoulders and decided to eat. Later, he cleaned his dish and put it away just in time to hear someone pull up outside. The sound of footsteps and muffled conversation was followed by a knock at the door.

"Hello Major." Bo greeted the man whom he had met in the hospital, extending a hand for him to shake. The major accepted Bo's hand and motioned toward his companion.

"Hello Bo. I'd like you to meet Officer Chambers."

"Howdy." Bo nodded to the other uniformed man. "Why don't ya'll sit down?"

As soon as the three were settled into chairs, Major Edwards got right to the point. "Bo, I spoke with your Uncle Jesse this morning. He tells me you're still having the nightmares that first prompted you to see Dr. Dewberry."

Bo nodded, figuring Luke must had clued Jesse in. "Uh, yes sir."

"I'm here today because I'm fairly certain I can help you with that."

Bo looked at him curiously. "That would be great, Major, but you remember what happened the last time I took someone's unsolicited advice."

"There's no need to be nervous, Bo. I'll keep it very simple." He followed that announcement by getting up from his chair and standing in front of Bo. "Hit me."

"Come again?" Bo asked in disbelief.

"Stand up and hit me. Give me a good one." He said, pointing to his own stomach. "I want you to think about what Dewberry and Foster did to you. I want you to think about what the Mantooth boys did. I want you to think about it real hard. Then I want you to wind up all that anger and frustration, and put it right here."

Bo almost laughed. "I'm not gonna hit you! You didn't do anything to deserve it."

"Bo, I'm won't take no for an answer. Now I'm not leaving until you hit me."

"Well then." Bo replied, standing up and going to the refrigerator for a drink. "I'm afraid you're in for a long day."

"Now listen, young man. Your Uncle Jesse called me all the way up here from Atlanta to help you. Now I know a bit about your Uncle, enough to know he wouldn't take it too kindly to learn you wouldn't let me help you."

"Well, I'm sorry." Bo replied, taking a sip of lemonade. "I just don't see how hitting you is gonna help anything."

"You might be very surprised how much it could help."

Bo sighed, not wanting to hit the Major but not particularly wanting him to hang around all day either. "Okay. If I hit you, do you think you'll be able to give Jesse a good report?"

"I guarantee it." The major replied, bracing himself for the blow.

"Okay. Here it comes." Bo replied, following with a punch that probably wouldn't even bring a kindergartner to tears.

Suddenly, Officer Chambers stood up. "Bo Duke, I'm placing you under military arrest for assault."

"What?" Bo exclaimed, suddenly realizing they were serious as he was handcuffed and led outside. "What's going on here? This is bogus!" He shouted, as they placed him in the hummer and pulled away.

Ain't them Dukes ever gonna learn it's not a good idea to leave Bo by himself?

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A couple of hours later, Bo watched out the window as the skyline of Atlanta came into view, a city he had just left the day before with a vow to himself not to return to for some time.

He had stopped asking where they were going. The two in the front refused to answer him, no matter how angry Bo got. The only stop they had made on the way was at the Hazzard Courthouse where the Major had gone inside and emerged a few minutes later with some paperwork issued by the judge. Bo had no idea what that stop had been about, or if it even concerned him.

Bo thought about his family. To them, he was missing again. Bo figured if it kept happening then one day they would get tired of looking for him and simply stop. As he stared at the back of the Major's head, he wished for an opportunity at that punch again.

Soon they had made their way through the city to the outskirts when the officer, who was driving, exited the interstate. Bo opened his mouth in shock when they turned onto a drive with a sign saying they were at the Georgia State Penitentiary.

"Why did you bring me here?" Bo demanded as the hummer finally came to a stop.

"Just get out, Duke." The officer replied, opening the back door and pulling Bo out.

As Bo was walked through the gates, he passed by the outdoor area where some of the prisoners were on the yard.

"Hey Bo!" One of them said, rushing up to the gate and walking along with Bo on the other side.

"Pete McDonald?" Bo asked, recognizing one of the boys he had known all his life. Pete had also been a ridge runner, caught about the same time as Bo and Luke had. Unfortunately, his grandpa never offered the government a deal to keep him out of prison.

"Heard you'd be here today." Pete announced.

"How?" Bo asked in disbelief.

"Hey, you don't have to be IN Hazzard to know what's going on there, you just gotta be FROM Hazzard."

"Yeah, well then maybe you can tell me what I did to deserve to be here, 'cause these guys certainly ain't talking'" Bo replied. But there wasn't time for an answer as he was led through the doors of the prison.

"Ah, Bo Duke." The lady guard behind the front desk nodded, looking at Bo's paperwork moments later. "Sentenced to one day in the Georgia State Penn for assaulting a military official."

"Sentenced?" Bo asked, realizing that must have been the Major's business in the courthouse. "Look lady, I didn't do nothin' to him that he didn't ask for. Now ya'll got no right to keep me here!"

"You'll need to change into these clothes while you're here." She continued as if she hadn't heard him. "Mr. Witt, will you accompany this prisoner?"

Bo turned to look at another guard who pointed him down the hall. With no choice but to do as he said, Bo slunk down the hall offering Major Edwards a hateful stare.

By the time he had changed into the drab gray prison garments, he returned to the front to find the Major and Officer gone. Mr. Witt then led him in another direction. Bo assumed he was being led to a cell but instead, he led him down a hall with a sign directing passers-by to the yard. "At least I'll have Pete to talk to." Bo thought when Witt opened the door.

Bo stepped outside, noting that the overcast sky blended perfectly with the drab prison. He then noticed something strange. He was the only one in the yard.

"What…." Bo started to ask, turning to Witt. But Witt closed the door. Bo walked toward it and twisted the knob, but it was locked.

With nothing else to do, Bo wandered the yard a bit, observing his surroundings and trying to figure out just how in the heck he ended up here. Looking around, there was no one to be seen except a few guards who stood atop the building at various locations, watching him.

Soon there was a sound off to his right. Bo watched as four men were pushed through a separate door, the guard locking them out as well. Bo squinted as they talked to each other then looked at him. As they began marching toward him, his confusion turned to horror.. It was Charlie and Horace Mantooth, Dr. Dewberry, and Dr. Foster!

"My my my how the tables have turned." Charlie sneered as they came toward him.

"Ya know Bo, I really liked you when I first met you. But there's something about being in prison that just gives you a whole new attitude." Dr. Dewberry announced with a wicked grin.

"Listen ya'll, I didn't do nothin' to any of you, ya'll all brought your problems on your own selves." Bo argued as he backed toward the same door he had came through earlier. Fear gripped him as he realized that, for whatever reason, the Major had deliberately set this up.

"Nothin'? Nothin'?" Horace mocked. "Look at this tooth. This one right in front. Now are you gonna tell me you didn't have nothin' to do with it getting' chipped? That happened when you stuck your big nose in our business and kept us from gettin' away with that money from the bank in the first place."

"Well I reckon you got whatever revenge you thought you's due when you beat me up and buried me in the ground!" Bo yelled.

"Wrong. We ain't got all of it. You see, we're here today 'cause that no good cousin of yours opened his big trap and let folks know what was goin' on. Well, he ain't here to git his, so I guess you'll hafta take his place." Charlie added, flexing his fingers.

"And I suppose you're gonna stand there and tell us you don't remember beating us up back in that hotel room?" Dr. Foster asked Bo, who peered at the doctors and noticed their bruised and swollen faces for the first time.

"No, I don't." Bo answered honestly, not able to remember the hotel let alone beating anyone up there.

"Point is, Duke." Charlie spoke up again. "You're a pretty good scrapper when it's one on one, or maybe even one on two. But there's a question I'm just dying to ask you."

"What is it?" Bo asked with clenched fists.

"How does it feel to know you're outnumbered?"

I don't know about ole' Bo there, but as for me, it feels like it's high time to hunt some more under britches.