Okay, bear in mind all these scenes are happening simultaneously. How's that for multi-tasking. And did ya notice? Two chapters in one day. That's a record for me. Now it's your turn. You know what to do! - Jordyn

"Where are you taking me!" demanded Bo.

"Don't you worry none, blondie. I ain't got plans to kill ya yet. 'Course by the time I'm finished with ya, you'll be wishing you were dead."

Bo gulped. To say that he was scared was an understatement.

"Who are you?"

"Told ya. I'm Sam Johnson."

"Why are you doing this? You can have whatever ya want… just take me to Luke… please."

Sam stopped the car. "I can't do that, Bo. I need to get rid of my witnesses."

"Like heck you will!" said Bo, feeling for the door.

Sam put on a pair of brass knuckles. "I warned you." He punched Bo in the temple and the boy crumbled, unconscious to the floor of the car.

Now, I don't know 'bout y'all, but I'm plumb scared for Bo.


Luke followed the car with his eyes, screaming for help. He tried, in vain, to stand. He had to find Bo. He had to. .

Exasperated with his failed attempts, he let himself fall to the ground. Tears smarted in his eyes as he thought of how he had let Bo down once more. "Bo, I'm so sorry," muttered Luke. He leaned up against a tree, wincing as he moved his ankle, and prayed for a miracle.

Luke must have blacked out from pain because the next thing he knew he heard a voice saying, "Young man… young man, can you hear me?"

Luke opened his eyes and shrank back. A policeman, or what seemed to be a policeman, stood before him.

He pulled out a badge. "I'm Officer Dave McDougal. We called an ambulance. You're gonna be okay son. Can ya tell me your name?"

"Luke Duke. My cousin… he… he's blind. He took'm…"

"Who took'm?"

"Sam Johnson. He said…"

"Sam Johnson?"

"He's got my cousin. We gotta find him!"

"You're not going anywhere, son. You need a hospital."

Luke set his jaw in a defiant scowl. "Look. I ain't goin' to a hospital without my cousin. Either ya help me or ya don't."

Don't ya just love the way a Duke negotiates?

The officer nodded and helped Luke into his patrol car.

As he started the engine, the officer turned to Luke and said, "I need to tell you though… Sam Johnson is an alias. His real name is Martin Skorniski. He escaped from the mental ward a few days back. Mr. Duke, he…"

"What?"

"He killed and mutilated seven men…all of them blue-eyed blondes. Fit the description of your cousin?"

Luke's insides quaked. "Oh, Bo, where are you?"


"I don't like it. I don't like it one bit," said Boss Hogg as he chewed on the cigar in his mouth.

"Not one bit…" echoed Roscoe.

"Them Duke boys disappearin' like that… it gives me a quiver in my liver."

"Now, Boss, are you sure it wasn't them hog jowls an' molasses ya had for breakfast?"

"No it wasn't the hog jowls," answered Boss. "An' they were my after breakfast - before brunch snack, you dummy."

"Ooh."

"Mmm-mmm-mmm. Not at all.

"Boss, Flash an' me, we thought you'd be happy to have the boys outta your hair… or what's left of it… kewh-kewh" said Roscoe patting Boss on his balding head. Boss went to slap Roscoe's hand away, but Roscoe pulled away just in time.

"No, I ain't happy an' I'll tell ya why!" began Boss. "Not knowin' where the boys are or what happened…well, I ain't got no love lost on that Duke clan, but I got me a feelin'…"

"Ya gotcha a feelin'…"

"That somethin' fishy's goin' on."

"Somethin' fishy… ya know them fish over in Hazzard Pond were bitin' this mornin'. Flash an' me, we…"

"Roscoe!"

"Yeah, Boss?"

"I don't stand for fishy business in my county… unless it's my fishy business. I want you an' Enos t' keep a sharp look out for Bo an' Luke or the General Lee. I want missin' person's reports filed, posters… the works."

"Yes, sir, Boss."

"An' Roscoe!"

"Yeah, Boss?"

"Get me some catfish an' hushpuppies… s'time for my lunch."

I always knew Boss had a heart in there somewhere… ya just can't see it 'cause it's hidden by so much fat.


"Uncle Jesse, I just ain't hungry," murmured Daisy as she sat down to dinner that evening.

"I know it, Daisy girl, but not eatin' ain't gonna help the boys any."

Daisy nodded, taking a nibble out of a piece of bread. Tears began to form in her eyes as she threw her bread on the plate. "I can't, Uncle Jesse. I can't!"

Jesse went to his niece and put his strong arms around her. "Now, Daisy, they'll be found. They will…"

"When Uncle Jesse? Somethin' must've happened. They wouldn't just take off an' worry us like this. Somethin' made 'em leave..."

Jesse nodded. "All we can do is look and wait, Daisy."

"Uncle Jesse, we've looked all over Hazzard County… and Chickasaw too. They're nowhere to be found."

Jesse lifted Daisy's chin. "Well, I guess we broaden our horizons a bit. Georgia's a big state… an' there's lots of others just like her. I ain't givin' up 'til I find the city or state or country if need be that has my boys in it. An' you ain't givin' up neither."

Daisy took a quivering breath and nodded her head. She was a Duke, after all, and Duke's didn't give up… not without a fight.

Just then a knock sounded at the door. Jesse opened it to find Enos, hat in hands, staring at the ground. Daisy's breath caught in her throat. Had he found them?

"Daisy… Uncle Jesse sir," greeted Enos.

"Enos, yer just in time for dinner. Sit down an'…"

"No thanks, Uncle Jesse. I'm here on business," said Enos quietly. He pulled a knife from his pocket. "I uh- I found this out by Old Mill Road." He handed the knife to Jesse.

"It's Luke's jackknife."

Enos nodded. "Uncle Jesse. I need t' tell ya… there was some blood on the ground near it."

"Oh God, no…" whispered Daisy.

"Daisy, honey, we're doin' everythin' we can. Boss even made findin' the boys our top priority. He said he was gonna send out posters an' everything. He was gonna go tell Roscoe all about it when I left to' come here."

"Enos, you tell Boss that we're much obliged. Now Daisy, this is a good thing. We got Luke's knife. That means we're on the right track."

Daisy nodded, but her tears plainly showed that she didn't share Jesse's sentiment about it being a 'good thing'.