A/N: Well, as you all seem to know, the document manager was having problems. I've been trying to upload this since I got back from my vacation on Tuesday. Today, Sunday, I finally managed to get it up. So I hope you like it and don't forget to leave a review when you're done.
Sadly, this story is drawing to a close. I see only one or two more chapters in its future. But don't worry, I'll just have to come out with another one when this one is over.
Chapter 11
Enos's eyes bugged out wide as he gazed into Rosco's car. He sprinted back towards the house until he came to Luke.
"Luke," he breathed, "ya gotta come quick! Rosco's . . .he's got . . . sheriff Rosco!"
"Who does?" Luke asked.
"That guy . . ." Enos panted.
"All right, come on," Luke said. He and Enos dashed back to where Rosco's car sat, unmoving. Luke threw open the door and grabbed Freddy. They traded a few punches before Luke finally rendered him unconscious. He re-cuffed him and put him in the backseat, Flash woke up and went to sit in the front by her daddy.
Enos picked up the gun, but Rosco angrily snatched it away.
"That's my gun!" Rosco scolded.
"Sorry sheriff, I—" Enos started, but Rosco but him off.
"Oh hush, Enos!"
"Yessir, sheriff."
The police, Becky Lynn, Cooter, and Mr. Harris made it back to Hazzard in an hour. Luke and Daisy stayed behind. They hid the General Lee in some bushes before nestling themselves in some other bushes, on the other side of the driveway. They patiently waited for John to arrive back at the cabin before they made a "citizen's arrest."
What them Dukes don't know is that another baddy entered the picture.
They waited for almost an hour before the familiar yellow sedan pulled up, bearing two passengers.
Luke and Daisy sat as still as a pair of lawn gnomes, unnoticed by the two brothers. Their hearts raced as they waited for just the right moment to slip away and re-strategize their battle plan.
Once John and Randy went inside, the cousins quietly snuck back behind their car to formulate a plan. They thought for a moment before Luke came up with a substantial course of action.
Back in Hazzard, Boss Hogg was preparing himself to tackle what some would consider an extremely difficult task, but especially Boss. He was planning to confess all of his misdeeds to Rosco, and eventually, the Dukes.
As soon as the whole crew of people involved arrived, Boss pulled the lawman aside, leaving Enos to lock Freddy away.
"Rosco," Boss Hogg. "I gotta confession ta make. I'm only admittin' this cause this whole mess is my fault!"
"Why?" Rosco wondered. "Were you the one to shoot Bo Duke? Cause if ya are, I'm gonna have ta arrest ya, cause that's against the law."
"No, you dodo brain!" Boss scolded. "I may really hate them nosy, good-fer-nothin' Dukes, but I wouldn't want none o' them hurt!"
"Then why—how is it yer fault?" Rosco asked again.
Ya'll see Cooter over there listenin' from the door?
"Cause I hired them fellas ta help me git Bo 'n' Luke in jail! I helped them escape from the State Pen! Now I wish I hadn't done it! 'S soon's I heard they was tryin' ta steal that money themselves an' they'd shot Bo Duke, I changed sides!"
Rosco stood still for a moment, eyes wide. Then he said, "Oh Boss, that's a naughty-naughty!"
"I know it is!" Boss groaned. "Boy does it feel good ta git that off my chest!"
After being assured Freddy was locked away, Becky Lynn, Cooter, and Mr. Harris went to the hospital. Enos would have joined them, but he went home to sleep. Mr. Harris wanted to meet Jesse and Bo, and Cooter and Becky Lynn were to fill them in on what was happening. Cooter would also inform them about Boss Hogg's confession.
They found nobody in the waiting room, so the three headed off to Bo's room. Mr. Harris waited outside while Cooter and Becky Lynn went in and found a sleeping Bo, with Jesse right next to him.
"Hey Uncle Jesse," Cooter softly greeted. "How's he doin'?"
"He had hisself a real painful pinched nerve, but the doc said it'd go away. He gave 'im somethin' fer the pain so's he could sleep. Did ya catch them crooks?"
"One of 'em," Cooter told him. "Luke an' Daisy are catchin' the other one now. We got the one who shot Bo."
"Good," Jesse said.
"Bo began to stir. Finally, after hearing Cooter's voice, he mumbled the mechanic's name.
"Hey there, buddy-roe," Cooter said. "How ya doin'?"
Bo didn't answer, instead, he blinked a couple of times before breathing deeply.
"Uncle Jesse," Becky Lynn began.
"I ain't yer Uncle Jesse," Jesse scolded. Cooter smirked, happy it wasn't him getting reprimanded for once. Jesse saw him. "Now, Cooter, I ain't yer Uncle Jesse neither."
"Jesse," Becky Lynn started again, "can you step outside for a moment?"
"Yeah, sure," Jesse said. They went out into the hall, leaving Bo and Cooter behind. After shutting the door, Becky Lynn found Mr. Harris.
"Mr. Harris, this is Jesse Duke, Luke and Daisy's uncle."
"Nice ta meet ya," Mr. Harris said. "I met Luke and Daisy. What nice children you have. I'm Edward Harris, but you can just call me Ed."
"Thank ya," Jesse said. "An' it's nice ta meet ya, too. You can just call me Jesse."
Becky Lynn promptly interrupted the conversation. "Uncle, er, Jesse, Mr. Harris is the father of one of the kidnappers. Not the one who shot Bo, but the other one, the one that's still on the loose."
Mr. Harris took over. "I'm very sorry about all this, Jesse. I thought I taught my boys good moral values and such. Guess only one of 'em listened."
That poor fella's gonna have heart failure or somethin' when he finds out both son's are involved.
"'S all right," Jesse comforted. "I unnerstand ya didn't know 'bout it. We don't blame ya."
At that point, Cooter emerged from Bo's room. "Hey ya'll, I explained ta Bo 'bout Mr. Harris. He don't mind if ya'll wanna come in."
Hesitantly, Mr. Harris agreed. He was having second thoughts about seeing the man his own son was involved in hurting. But he went in anyways.
Becky Lynn nervously smiled at Bo. After a few seconds, Bo returned the smile. Elated, Becky Lynn turned back to the conversation at hand:
"Please, Jesse," Mr. Harris begged. "I feel just awful 'bout this. Surely I could make it up to ya. Lemme pay Bo's hospital bill."
"Absolutely not!" Jesse's thundering voice boomed. "We ain't takin' yer charity, Ed! Over my dead body!"
"It ain't charity, it's a gift! A gift ta show how sorry I am that my son did so wrongly."
"There ain't no way I'll accept that!" Jesse roared again.
"Uncle Jesse," Bo butt in, "I'm sure we ain't got the money ta pay fer this without some help."
"An' I do," Mr. Harris added. "Please, I won't be able to feel better 'bout this until I do somethin' fer yer family. This seems like the perfect way."
Jesse was too worn out to argue. He reluctantly gave in.
After that matter was settled, Cooter introduced the next conflict.
"By the way ya'll," he said, "I heard Boss Hogg tell Rosco somethin' real interestin'." He went on to explain what he heard their county commissioner confess.
All present agreed this was intriguing news, but Jesse and Bo made it clear they shouldn't act until morning. Jesse made everyone go home and get some sleep.
Well ya'll, I sure hope Luke 'n' Daisy catch them other two. Ya'll stick around.
