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"Come on Bo, wake up." Luke said as he sank down on the ground cradling his cousin.

"What's the matter with him?" Cooter asked concerned as he hurried over, squatting down beside the two Duke boys.

"I've no idea." Luke shook his head as he tapped Bo's cheek, gently trying to bring him around. "He wouldn't eat breakfast though, and he looked kinda sick when I woke him, I was figuring on taking him to ol' Doc Appleby once we were done here."

"Seems like a good idea to take him there now." Cooter said solemnly. "Lets get him into the tow truck, General might be faster, but I don't like the idea of dragging him through the windows."

"Yeah." Luke nodded slowly. He gathered Bo up into his arms and stood up. "This time I ain't letting him talk me out of it with his objections."

Cooter frowned, "Luke, he ain't really in any shape to object at all ya know."

"I know." Luke swallowed hard. "I know." He allowed Cooter to open the door to the truck and to help him get Bo in.

Luke hated the way Bo's head lolled to the side when he was moved. His whole body was limp in Luke's gentle hold and Luke had to keep swallowing down the lump of fear that had risen and lodged itself firmly in his throat.

Cooter reached over to touch Bo's cheek trying to get a good look of how he was doing.

"He really ain't looking well Luke. How long's he been like this?" He shook his head as he pushed the pedal a bit harder down to the metal.

"He acted odd when I woke him up, like a cat with his tail in a trap, and wouldn't eat breakfast." He shook his head. "I just wish he'd tell me or Uncle Jesse or even Daisy sooner if he's feelin' bad so it don't have to come to this."

As they came up on Doc Appleby's place Luke gathered up Bo again while Cooter hurried inside to give the doctor a warning that they were coming.

Then Luke and Cooter were left waiting anxiously in his waiting room while ol' doc was checking over Bo, Luke anxiously wearing a hole in the carpet as he nervously paced the small room. Cooter watched him for about ten minutes before sighing and getting up, placing a hand on his friend's shoulder.

"Buddy Roe, you're goin' to end up goin' straight through that floor if you keep wearin' a hole in it. Will ya sit down, pacin' ain't gonna help none and 'sides, you's makin' me giddy."

Luke sighed and took a seat with Cooter, his leg still nervously trotting and his hands wringing in his lap. To say that Cooter was pleased when the doctor finally stepped out of the examination room was an understatement. Both of them were on their feet and standing in front of him before the Doctor could bat an eyelid.

"How's he doin'?" Luke asked, at the same time as Cooter blurted out, "He's gonna be okay right?"

"What happened to him?" Luke asked right after.

Doc shook his head and muttered something that sounded an awful lot like, 'like two chipmunks.'

"He's gonna be fine, just fine, so don't either of ya worry." Doc grinned. "Unless of course it was either of ya who hit him over the head, because if so I reckon ya Uncle Jesse will have something or another to say about it."

"What?" Cooter asked baffled.

"Hit him over the head?" Luke asked baffled. "Ya mean someone hit him?"

"All I'm saying is he's got himself a mild concussion and a lump on his head the size of a goose egg." Doc shook his head. "I'll give ya something for him to take for the pain, but what he needs the most is rest, so I want ya to make sure he stays in bed and rests for at least three days, an' I mean rest. No driving and nothing strenuous as long as the headaches prevail, and then he should still take it easy for at least a couple more days after that, is that understood?"

The old Doc levelled them both with a firm look, and he wasn't a man that you wanted to cross.

"Yes, sir." Luke nodded.

"He ain't gonna like that." Cooter shook his head with a grin.

"What he likes and don't like don't matter none." Doc said firmly. "Concussion ain't something to fool around with."

"We know." Luke nodded. "We'll make sure he don't, can we take him home now?"

Doc nodded and Luke paid him the usual fee, he got the pain killers for Bo, and then he and Cooter went and got the young man himself. He was finally awake but he was very pale and unsteady on his feet, not even objecting at all as they helped him into the tow truck and started off towards the Duke farm.

"How did ya get messed up like that anyway?" Cooter asked curiously as he drove down the road. They had Bo between them, and he was leaning heavily on Luke.

"Ol' Doc just about wondered if it was we who hit ya."

"No, t'wernt nobody…was the General." Bo murmured. He was too tired, and his brain was too foggy from the pain killers for him to do any serious thinking, at the moment he was just grateful that Luke's body gave him a solid point to lean on because he didn't think he could remain sitting upright if he hadn't been there.

"Hold it; just hold it for a moment there." Cooter shook his head. "Luke, I think we had better take him back and tell ol' Doc he's gone all swimmy headed."

Bo gave Cooter a fleeting glare, in no mood to put up with Cooter's stupid jokes.

"Them guys who asked me to race for 'em surprised me, an' I went and hit my head on the hood, wasn't no big deal though."

Luke couldn't keep himself from snorting softly. "Mild concussion, ya must've packed ya self quite a punch there. How's the hood?"

"Ah, no worries there, I'll take a look at that." Cooter grinned.

"We should go over the General good once we put this one here into bed." Luke nodded. "Make sure he's in prime condition."

"I can help." Bo mumbled, not wanting to be left out.

"No, ya can't. Ya going straight to bed." Luke stated firmly, he knew all to well that unless he was asleep Bo would be itching to get up within five minutes after he lay down. "Look Bo, concussions are serious. Now, I ain't gonna risk ya, and besides, if ya wanna get well in time to race, ya had better rest now."

"I'm fine." He muttered, leaning his head back and closing his eyes.

"Sure ya are." Cooter snorted.

"Ya will be fine if ya do as ya told." Luke stated

"Wanna explain this race to me?" Cooter asked.

So while Bo remained silent, Luke explained about the race to him. The look on his face told Luke that Cooter was thinking the same thing that he did, it sounded just a little too good to be true.

Cooter glanced at Bo, there was no one could beat him at enthusiasm when something like that came up, and he was filled to the brim with good intentions. If the race turned out to be crocked, it would not only crush his dreams but break his heart, and seriously wreck his spirits.

Cooter had always pitched in as an honorary big brother to Bo as they grew up; he had been there when Luke had lost patience and snapped at Bo. He had been there when Luke was away, and even when they were enjoying themselves together all three. Cooter helped to keep an eye on Bo. Even if Cooter was as good as Bo, and sometimes even better at getting himself into trouble, he always kept an extra eye on the youngest Duke boy.

When Luke was too hett up to put up with Bo or when it was Luke bein' away in the Marines, it had been Cooter lying side by side with Bo beneath a car or a tractor, instructing the boy about what he should do. Two separate hands gripped the shaft of the wrench because the smallest hand just didn't have the strength needed to loosen a bolt that was stuck with years of rust and dirt. Whatever Luke hadn't taught him about cars and driving, Cooter had, including letting him take the wheel of the tow truck while they were going down back roads.

The Duke family had always made him feel as if he belonged with them as a family member, and while he and Luke was on equal ground, he would always look out for Bo the same way Luke did, because he was the littlest one in the family.

Now he grinned and reached out a hand to ruffle the hair at the nape of his neck, avoiding the sore spot. "Don't ya worry none Bo, soon as ya get back on ya feet, we'll have the General raring to go." He grinned again. "It'll be all ya can do to keep up with him, 'cause he for sure ain't gonna wait for nobody."

Bo nodded slightly, too exhausted to really pay attention to what they were saying. He was content to just lean against Luke as they approached the farm. He found it hard to even focus on the upcoming race, and wouldn't put up any argument about going to bed when they got there. At the present time, sleep sounded nice. Yet if they thought they could keep him from racing he would set them straight about that.

There just was no way he would allow himself to miss the biggest chance he would ever get. He could win enough money to save the farm from Boss Hogg's clutches forever, and he sure was not gonna mess up that.

No, he would show them just what Bo Duke could do when he got behind the wheel of a car, and then the General was something extra at that. There was no way anyone one else would be able to beat them, especially not when he had Luke riding shot gun with him.

Not to mention when Uncle Jesse cooked up his crawdad bisque for them to celebrate the victory with, there was nothing that could keep Bo from winning if he knew that he would be coming home to that.

Two of the three people sat in that truck deep in thought as the tow truck ate up the road, while the third was sunken into foggy dreams of victory.

Then came the Duke farm in view, and Luke couldn't help but wonder if the life he currently knew would ever be the same after this.