A/N: Hey ya'll. I'm disappointed in my review statistics compared to other chapters of mine, or other authors who get over ten reviews in a chapter. I envy you people, I've only done that 3 measly times. So please, have mercy on me, and give me more reviews this time. I feel discouraged now, like I'm not really doing a good enough job on this to keep going. Maybe I should just quit . . .(powerful enough threat?)

Chapter 4

Down at the old Duke still site number three, everyone had shown up. Luke and Daisy decided to first try and clear up the mess with Boss and Rosco.

"The rest of us should try ta find Bo," Jesse suggested. "We'll split up. Enos, you and Becky Lynn go down south on Route 16, and me an' Cooter'll go up north towards Chickasaw. I figger they must be somewheres along there."

"Good idea, Uncle Jesse," Luke said. "Maybe if me an' Daisy prove us innocent, whoever's got Bo'll see we ain't lyin', and let 'im go."

Enos stood up. He never noticed he was sitting on the CB transmitter button. They had been on the air the whole time. Everyone jumped when they heard a voice come over it.

"No need fer all that plannin', fellas," it said. "Blondie's already dead. Don't worry; it weren't yer fault. He brought it upon hisself."

There was complete silence. A cold, eerie silence that lasted for almost a full minute.

It was Cooter who finally broke the silence. "Naw, he's gotta be wrong!" he said angrily.

"He's gotta," Luke agreed. "Bo can't be . . ." He couldn't finish his sentence.

"But he is!" Daisy cried. She leaned into Enos, and he wrapped his arms around her as she sobbed.

Jesse just stared off into space wearing a blank look on his face. He couldn't think of words that would be comforting to his niece and remaining nephew. Becky Lynn, also visibly shaken by the news, remained silent, too.

"Okay," Luke said, after he regained his composure. "Let's go with the same plan, but this time, let's find out who did this to Bo."

"That's a big ten-four," Cooter said softly. "We'll give the FBI a call if we find anythin'." They unenthusiastically stood up and wordlessly walked out to their cars.


Fifteen minutes later, Luke and Daisy arrived at the Boar's Nest, where they knew Boss Hogg and Rosco would be. They burst through the door to the back room without knocking.

"Rosco!" Boss yelled. "There's two a them thievin' Dukes now! Arrest them!"

"Rosco," Daisy said, her voice barely audible. Her makeup was noticeably smudged from crying. "Please, don't do this." She began crying. Luke pulled her in and glared at Boss and Rosco. They stared at Luke and Daisy in wonder.

"Where is that worthless miscreant you call a cousin anyhow?" Boss spat.

"Don't you dare call him that!" Luke shouted, his teeth bared.

"No, Luke," Daisy chided, holding her cousin back. "That ain't gonna help none."

"What's wrong with you Dukes?" Rosco wondered.

"It don't matter," Luke said. "If ya'll hadn't pinned that robbery on us, Bo'd be with us."

Now if that don't say somethin' ta Boss and Rosco that there's a real flaw in the slaw, then I don't know what will.

"Well, where is he?" Rosco demanded.

"On the other side a the pearly gates," Luke managed to spit out through grief and anger.

"Bo's . . . dead?" Boss asked, genuinely shocked. Luke confirmed by nodding and looking down at Daisy. Boss and Rosco exchanged stunned glances.

"If ya'll wanna 'rest us now," Luke said, feeling defeated, "go ahead. I don't care anymore." But they didn't give them a chance to arrest them. They left, leaving a couple of bewildered Hazzard County officials behind.

"Rosco," Boss said, still staring at the door, astounded. "Do you think they could be lyin'?"

Rosco shook his head. "No, I don't think the Dukes would lie 'bout that. But Bo's alleged killer might."

"Rosco," Boss said, turning towards his sheriff, "that might be the smartest thing you've said in years. What d'ya wanna bet them killers are after m'money, and they're them escapees from the State Pen we heard 'bout last night?"

"Oh, I can tell ya got a plan behind them beady little eyes! Khew, khew, I love it, I love it!"

"Now, Rosco, I got me a plan to catch them crooks and collect reward money! But we actually gotta help the Dukes this time."

"Help the Dukes?" Rosco questioned.

Boss nodded. "It won't be no fun ta catch them Dukes if they don't care. Anyways, we gotta git the money outta the General Lee, admit to the Dukes what we done, and we'll offer ta tell them crooks the Dukes didn't steal the money, an' when we go ta tell them, I'll offer ta give them the money, an' when we do, you'll nab 'em!"

"Oh, yeah, I'll cuff 'em an' stuff 'em!" Rosco grinned. "An' I'll git fifty percent of the reward money, right?"

"You'll git yer usual fifty percent of fifty percent."

"Oh, alright."


Deep in the woods of Chickasaw County, Georgia, Bo Duke lay stiff as a board. He looked to be dead, until he opened his eyes, looked around, and sat up.

Well I'll be! That boy ain't dead after all! But I don't think he's outta the woods yet—no pun intended.

Bo winced in pain—it was clear his left shoulder had been shot (guess it was just a flesh wound) and his right knee had been badly dislocated. One could tell this just by looking at him. He used his left leg to push himself backwards. Pause, deep breath, another push.

He repeated this cycle a few times before the pain from both shoulder and knee became too unbearable for Bo to work through. Or even stay conscious for that matter—he passed out.


After talking to Boss Hogg and Rosco, Luke and Daisy took a moment to compose themselves. That was pointless, because Luke looked like he was going to lose it at any moment.

I wish they could hear me; then I'd tell 'em Bo ain't dead, but they need ta go a-lookin' fer him.

"I don't care if Cooter ever tows the General back fer us," Luke said. "I could never drive 'im without Bo." The response Daisy gave was a pat on the shoulder and some sage advice.

"Maybe you should keep General Lee. He's family too, ya can't just git rid of 'im. Besides, if ya keep 'im, you'll always have a part of Bo to cherish. Ya don't have ta drive 'im if ya don't want to."

Luke nodded. "Okay. Thanks Daisy." They sat in silence for a few moments before Luke, looking worse than ever, said, "This is all my fault."

"Now where'd ya git a crazy idea like that?" Daisy demaded of her cousin.

"'Cause it's true," Luke replied. "This morning, I shouldn't have been such a baby. I shoulda just let Bo have his way and gone to work at the Boar's Nest."

"That's the craziest thing I've ever heard! Ya couldn't a known what was gonna happen!"

"Yeah, but I woulda done this differently than Bo! I woulda gone back ta the farm with you, and nobody woulda died!"

"Luke, you ain't makin' no sense!" Daisy said, her voice rising. "Maybe all of us woulda died! We would have all been together They woulda kidnapped us all, then maybe, when we didn't know where the money was, they woulda killed us all, or just Bo anyways!"

"Are you just gonna argue with everything I say?" Luke shouted, towering over Daisy, who was bawling at this point.

"Maybe I am!" Daisy choked out. "I just want you to see it weren't yer fault cause you didn't pull the trigger on Bo!"

That's where Luke finally lost it. Really and truly lost it for the first time. He started sobbing uncontrollably, clutching onto Daisy, who was sobbing just as hard as he was.

"Oh Daisy," Luke cried. "I know yer right. I'm just upset 'cause there is nothin' I coulda done ta stop this from happening."

Don't ya'll hate seein' the Dukes like that, especially when no one's really died! Ya'll stick around.


Okay, now remember what we talked about at the beginning. And if you are a newcomer, or your not and this is just your first time reviewing because of my begging, then maybe you could answer how YOU know Bo is younger than Daisy. If you've already reviewed to previous chapters, especially the last one, then thanks. Now go on people, you know what to do!