A/N: Well, finally I got this done! Actually, I got it done over a week ago, this is just the first chance I've had to type it up. I already have the next chapter done, but I feel like torturing you like some of you have done to me . . . So please review at the end, and let's break my record of 11 for a chapter!

Chapter 3

Becky Lynn Gaehrety was disappointed. She had gone to the Boar's Nest in hopes to see Bo, but she got there as Bo was running away with Daisy. Later, she had heard Luke calling him on the CB. She had heard no answer. So Becky Lynn secretly decided to play hero and look for Bo.

So here she was, driving down Old Hickory Lane in her daddy's old Ford pickup. All of a sudden, she saw a glimpse of orange sitting innocently on the side of the road. As she pulled closer into view, she recognized the orange blob as the General Lee.

She got out of the car and immediately noticed the disturbing vacancy of the car. She called his name several times, but to no avail.

I guess that girl don't know that even if Bo was here, he wouldn't answer to her.

When she received no answer, Becky Lynn decided it was time to tell someone. She reached in the General and got out the CB.

"Breaker one, breaker one," Becky Lynn began. "This is Becky Lynn. Any Dukes out there on the Hazzard Net? Come back."

After a moment's hiatus, Luke's voice came crackling through the transmitter. "What is it, Becky Lynn?" he asked irritably.

"Excuse me, Luke Duke," she replied snootily. "I had something important ta tell ya. But maybe now I just won't tell ya."

Luke sighed. He thought maybe it really was important. "Okay. I'll bite. What's so all-fired important?"

"No, ya ain't interested," Becky Lynn simply said.

"Dang it Becky Lynn!" Luke shouted. "Yer gonna tell me right now or else I'll tell yer daddy you's been borrowin' 'is truck without askin' again!"

"How'd you know about that!" Becky Lynn cried out, her voice sounding almost like fingernails on a chalkboard.

"Cause I seen ya in it! Now tell me!"

"I was just gonna say I found the General Lee abandoned out on ol' Hickory Lane. Bo weren't there."

"Becky—" he cut himself off, angrily fumbling around for words. "Why didn't ya just tell me!"

"Cause ya didn't seem interested," she said, all matter-of-factly.

"Oh God," he muttered. He turned over to Daisy, his face beet red. "I can't believe her!"

I agree, Luke. That girl is soooooome piece a work.

"I'm ready to go claw her eyes out!" Luke continued. "Now I know why Bo can't stand 'er! She's nuts!"

"Luke," Daisy said. "Yer thumb's still on the CB button. She can hear you."

Luke simply set the CB down, and remained silent, fuming.

Becky Lynn, meanwhile, was hurt by Luke's harsh words. "I'll show them," she told no one. "I'm gonna be the one ta save Bo."


Freddy and John took Bo to a nondescript large shack in the middle of nowhere. Bo didn't have any clue where he was, since he had been blindfolded.

Two metal support beams holding up the roof made the perfect place to tie someone up. John grabbed a collapsible stepstool and stuck it between the poles.

"Stand on that," he ordered Bo. Bo hesitated for a moment. "Come on kid, I got an itchy trigger finger." Bo immediately climbed onto the stool.

"Good," Freddy said. "Now stay there." He went and got two more stepstools. There were still six more left. "Huh. I wonder if we're in some kind of stepstool warehouse?"

He handed a stepstool to John. They took one to each side, lifted Bo's arms up, and they tied a hand to each pole. They got off their stepstools before taking Bo's out from under him, leaving him dangling. Freddy put the stools away, and John tied Bo's ankles together.

"When yer ready ta tell us where the money is, just give us a shout," John said. "But for now, we're leaving, so you just stay put." They went out the door.

Those must be some duuuuumb criminals, leavin' a Duke in there by hisself.

Bo started struggling, completely alone. If he could just pull himself up, so he could reach his back pocket. He pulled his feet up by his hands so he was pretty much folded in half. He pulled himself higher until he could just barely reach into his pocket, all the while his teeth were gritted and his face was turning a deep shade of purple since he was holding his breath and the blood was rushing to his head.

"Come on," he muttered through his bared teeth. Finally, seconds later, he retrieved his pocketknife and let himself down, releasing his breath.

Ya'll reckon that boy outta be a gymnast?

"Alright," he whispered. He used the blade to cut off the rope keeping his wrist attached to the pole. After freeing his first wrist, he cut the other.

He hopped down, undid his feet, and bolted towards the door.


Every so often, Luke would try once more to raise Bo on the CB, but he never got an answer.

"Where could he possibly be, Daisy?" Luke asked, worry splattered throughout the question.

"I don't know, Luke, I just don't know!" Daisy's voice cracked, like she was about to cry.

Just then, a voice came over the CB. "Breaker, breaker, anybody named Duke out there?

"Ya got two here," Luke said hesitantly to the stranger. He and Daisy exchanged confused glances.

"An' one here," Jesse's voice came over the CB. He knew Bo was missing.

"Okay," the stranger said. "Here's the deal. If ya'll wanna see yer blondie cousin anyplace other'n a funeral home again, ya'd better give me the money. Now."

"What money?" Luke asked irritably.

"Don't play that game Mr. Duke," the man said. "Yer gettin' yer cousin in a lot a trouble. I'm talkin' bout the money ya stole from that run down shack ya'll call a bar."

"I didn't steal that money!" Luke insisted.

"Yer just as uncooperative as yer idiot cousin. I'd hate ta see what'd happen to 'im if—"

"I didn't steal it!" Luke screamed.

"Alright. Ya'll got till 6 p.m. ta git me that money. That's in six hours. Meet me at the Chickasaw County Line on Route 16. Over an' out."

I don' know bout ya'll, but I think I just swallowed my guitar pick.

"Luke, Daisy," Jesse said "Meet me at abandoned still site 3."

"That's a big 10-4, Uncle Jesse," Luke replied.

"Get Cooter," Jesse instructed. "We's gonna need all the help we can get."

"N need, Uncle Jesse," Cooter's voice came over the CB. "I heard the whole thing. I'll git Billy Joe Fong to cover for me at the garage."

Another voice came over the CB, and this time it belonged to Hazzard County's honest deputy, Enos Strate. "IF ya'll need all the help ya can git, I'll help too."

"Well, thank ya Enos," Jesse said. "Ya know where we're meetin', right?"

"Yes sir!" Enos answered.

"I'll help too," a female voice said. It was Becky Lynn Gaehrety. "Please, Luke. I feel terrible bout earlier. Let me help."

"Alright," Luke said reluctantly. "Ya know where it is?"

"No," Becky Lynn said.

"I'll give ya a ride," Enos offered.

"Thanks, Enos," Luke and Becky Lynn replied in unison.


Bo didn't get ten feet away from the shack when a voice form behind him said, "Ya didn't think we we're that stupid did ya?" Bo turned around to see Freddy sitting by the door, gun in hand. "Clearly, I have the higher IQ here." He got up and walked over to Bo.

As soon as Freddy got close enough, Bo knocked the gun out of his hand. Then he punched him in the stomach. He grinned. "Now who's got the higher IQ?" One more kick in the stomach for good measure, and Bo darted off into the woods behind the shack.

Freddy quickly recovered, grabbed his gun, and went after Bo.

After a minute or so of running, Bo jammed his foot underneath a tree root in the ground without realizing it. When he tried to step again, his foot caught on it, and his upper let pulled up, causing his knee joint to become dislocated.

Seconds later, Freddy caught up to Bo. He held up the gun. He pulled the trigger, and it went into . . .

Well, the good news is, I found my guitar pick. The bad news is, I may be usin' it at Bo's funeral in a few days. Ya'll stick around.


Okie dokie, there ya have it! I'll update prob'ly in a week, leave you guys time to kill me (cause ya might wanna) but for now, push the purple review button (I never noticed it was purple until someone said to push the purple button)

Wait! Before ya'll go, I have an ongoing question. If anybody knows of some actual proof that Bo is younger than Daisy, please tell me about it, cause I wanna know! I have for a long time. Okay now review!