Okay, for some reason, my edit did not go through the first time. Hopefully this will be easier to read...Jordyn
Officer McDougal stopped the car as he came to a fork in the road. "Blast this rain! Can't see any tire marks… I don't know which way to go."
Luke stared out the window for a moment. "Bo, where are ya?" he thought. "Take a right," he added aloud.
"You see something I don't?" asked the officer as he turned the wheel.
"No. I just got me a feelin'..."
"Yeah, I know what ya mean. And I think we better be quick."
Bo raised his hand to his aching head. His hair was matted with blood. He could feel the engine's vibrations and knew that the car was still moving. He had to think of a way out.
The car finally came to a stop at an old, abandoned cottage.
"Well, looks like ya woke up. You gonna be a good boy? Answer me!" he yelled, yanking Bo out of the car and onto the ground.
"Yes, sir," replied Bo.
"Get up."
Bo was slowly getting to his feet when he was once more pushed to the ground.
"Be quick about it this time or I'll make sure you don't get up at all!"
Bo stood shakily.
"Now, I want you to hear me and hear me good. You do what I say, when I say it. If I say jump, you say how high. You got it?"
"Yes," murmured Bo.
"Good. Now, move."
He led Bo into the cottage.
"Where the heck…?"
"Shut up! If you know what's good for you, ya won't try anything funny," threatened Sam as he tied Bo's hands and feet and put a gag in his mouth, pushing him down into a corner of the room.
Sam removed an envelope from his pocket. Then, taking his knife, he stooped beside Bo and grabbed him by the hair.
"Stay still!" commanded Sam as Bo struggled to free himself, not knowing what this maniac was about to do. "I said be still!" He smacked Bo across the face. He brought his knife and pressed it against Bo's throat. Bo winced as he felt the blade draw blood. "If you don't want it to go in deeper, you'll stay still."
Bo swallowed then nodded. Sam brought the knife to Bo's head and skillfully cut one of Bo's blond locks. "There. It will never be missed." He stroked it lovingly before carefully placing it in the envelope. "Just like you… you'll never be missed." Taking a pen, he scribbled Bo Duke on the white surface of the envelope.
Okay, folks, this is getting' weird…
Bo sat in silence, his stomach turning. He didn't know what to do. Luke was usually the one to come up with a brilliant plan and save the day. And now Luke wasn't here.
Later that night, Sam returned to Bo, who had fallen into an exhausted sleep. Sam punched him in the chest and pressed his knife up against Bo's throat, reopening the closed wound.
Bo let out a gagged cry.
"Don't worry. First thing tomorrow, you won't feel any more pain. Sweet dreams," said Sam, laughing as he walked into the small bedroom and shut the door.
Ya know, I really hate that guy.
Bo didn't waste any time. Waiting until he heard loud snores coming from the other room, he fumbled for his knife and switched it open. Carefully maneuvering it back and forth, he sawed through the ropes that bound his hands. After removing the gag from his mouth he carefully freed his legs, and got to his feet.
Slowly, he felt his way across the room. He stopped short when he accidentally knocked over a broom, but Sam didn't wake up. Finally he felt a door. He could feel the breeze coming through the cracks and knew that it must lead outside. Bo took a deep breath. Truth be told he was scared to go out, alone and blind at night. "I reckon I'm more scared of that guy, though," thought Bo as he quietly opened the door. Taking a deep breath, he walked outside and felt his way into the unknown.
A voice interrupted the silence of the patrol car.
"942, this is Harvey, you copy?"
Officer McDougal took the CB. "This is 942. Whatcha got for me, Harv?"
"Affirmative on Skorniski's relations. Repeat, affirmative."
Luke turned from the window at the mention of Bo's captor's name.
"What's the word?"
"Deceased brother's cabin. Address is 1459 Hutchins Lake Road. 'Bout a mile from Big Bear Hill… his brother had several guns registered to him. Be careful We're sending back-up."
"Will do. Over and out."
Luke turned back to the window, watching desperately for any sign of his baby cousin. Even if Bo managed to escape, where would he go?
"Well, you heard… we're not too far from there now."
Luke nodded. A question weighed heavily on his mind. "The others … how did he…?"
The officer shook his head. "I don't know all the details. I do know this… the sooner we find your cousin, the better. Skorniski, well, he isn't one to sit around and wait to do something. If he plans on hurting your cousin in any way, he won't waste no time doing it."
Bo reckoned that he had walked about a half mile, when he heard Sam scream his name.
"Bo Duke! When I find you you're a dead man, so I'd start running if I was you!"
Bo tried to walk quicker. Suddenly, his foot became ensnared by an overgrowth of weeds and he fell, hitting his head on a rock. He immediately cried out in pain.
"I hear you, Duke boy! Better make your peace with God now."
Bo pulled his leg free and stood up. He was dizzy and, unbeknownst to him, he was leaving a trail of blood. If only he could find a place to hide….
Now friends, I bet ol' Bo would take Boss Hogg over this Sam fella any day, don't you?
