Chapter 13
No sounds interrupted the deadly silence that followed except for the pitter-patter of the rain. The uncomfortable quiet hung in the air for almost half a minute before John and Randy gathered themselves. They glanced at each other, then, on John's signal, ran. They dashed through the mud until they reached the banana-colored sedan.
Luke didn't move. Once the doors of John's car were shut, he let out a long hard sob. He buried his face in Daisy's chest for a second, and then looked up.
"First I thought Bo had died, an' now Daisy really did die!" Luke screamed out to the now fast-moving vehicle.
A white pickup cruised around the soaking roads, heading towards the one and only Duke Farm.
"It was kinda nice havin' Rosco on our side fer once, weren't it?" Bo commented.
Jesse nodded. "Sure was. An' it all turned out okay, too."
Now Jesse, I wouldn't say that quite yet.
Bo smiled. "Yeah, Luke's plan is foolproof."
Ya'd think the Dukes of all people would understand not to count their chickens afore they hatch.
"Uncle Jesse?" Bo said softly.
"Yeah, Bo?" asked Jesse.
"I don't really remember too much a what happened afore Cooter an' Becky Lynn showed up with Mr. Harris last night," he said. "I do remember bein' scared until you were there ta comfort me. Thanks, Uncle Jesse."
"Well I am yer uncle," Jesse told him. "It's my job ta make sure yer okay." Truth to be told, until then, Jesse thought it benefited him more than his nephew.
"Breaker one, breaker one, this is Lost Sheep callin' Shepard, come on back, Shepard," Luke's voice came over the CB, devoid of any emotion.
"This is Shepard here, Lost Sheep, what's yer twenty?" Jesse called back.
As Luke watched the yellow sedan roll out of sight, he slowly raised his head from Daisy's chest. He poked her shoulder a couple of times, grinning like a madman.
Has that boy gone squirrelly?
That's when Daisy sat up, laughing!
Well, ya'll, they sure had me fooled, how 'bout you?
"That was priceless!" Daisy proclaimed. "That was absolutely great!"
Luke grinned. "Lucky fer me it's rainin'. Made it easier ta pretend ta cry. But we gotta git goin' or that'll have all been fer nothin'."
Daisy nodded, and the two raced to General Lee and hopped in. Luke accelerated towards the road. They looked each direction. Neither saw a car, but off to the side, Daisy could see a cloud of dust. Luke whipped the wheel to the right.
"There they are!" Daisy pointed out a few seconds later.
Luke sped up. He looked beyond the yellow car to see Rosco's car stopped across the width of the road. Randy was forced to power slide, but he crashed into Rosco's car. Luke slid in to enclose them.
"Ya dang criminals!" Rosco shrieked angrily. "Ya scuffed my vehicle . . . and my dog!"
"Woof!" said Flash.
Luke picked up the CB. "Hey Crazy C, this is Lost Sheep, come on back."
"This here's Crazy Cooter, what's goin' on in the hen house, Lucas Dukas?"
"We got them chickens locked up in the coop. It was easier than I thought it would be."
"That's good ta hear, good buddy. I'll see ya'll later, I been neglectin' the garage too long. Over 'n' out."
Next, Luke placed a call into Jesse and Bo.
"Breaker one, breaker one, this is Lost Sheep callin' Shepard, come on back, Shepard," Luke said cryptically.
"This is Shepard here, Lost Sheep, what's yer twenty?" Jesse answered anxiously.
"We got 'em Rosco's readin' 'em their rights. We's on our way back ta Hazzard now. We'll see ya at home."
Well,
ol' Boss was real happy 'bout getting' his money back. He was
so happy, he even let Rosco keep fifty percent of the reward money he
earned. Course, he only had fifty percent ta start with cause the
Dukes had half anyways.
Freddy, John, an' Randy all got sentenced to the State Pen fer a long time. Hope they look good in orange.
Bo healed up pretty nice. After two weeks, his shoulder came outta the sling, an' after six, he got off the crutches.
While he was still on them crutches, Bo took a gal to the Boar's Nest on a date. It was Becky Lynn.
"Here's a table over here," Becky Lynn said. She led Bo through a sea people to the empty table.
Bo slowly eased himself down in a chair, and Daisy came over. They ordered a couple of beers.
An' the Celebrity Speed Trap strikes again. Only this time, it was on me.
Boss Hogg's voice rang through the air.
"An' without further ado, here he is, Waylon Jennings!" At that, the crowd erupted in cheers as the popular musician stepped out.
Waylon began singing and most of the crown began dancing.
"I'd dance with ya, Becky Lynn," Bo stated, "but I really don't think I can now."
"It's okay Bo, I understand," Becky Lynn reassured him.
Instead, they stayed at their table cheering together, and the couple had a pretty good time just the same.
Everyone whooped and hollered when Waylon finished his song. Becky Lynn excused herself to use the restroom. Bo hobbled up to the bar and talked with Luke and Cooter.
"How's yer date goin', Bo?" Luke wondered.
"Surprisingly good," Bo admitted. "Becky Lynn's like a real person. I like her much better this way."
It was about then when Becky Lynn emerged from the restroom. She made her way to the bar.
"So Bo, should we order more beer?" Becky Lynn asked as she planted a firm slap on Bo's behind. He went wide-eyed, and Luke and Cooter each laughed.
Some
things never change, do they? Come back now, ya hear?
THE END
Okay, so I really didn't kill Daisy. You didn't really think I did, did you? Kudos to Bo Schneider, vinsmouse, and Anakin's Girl 4eva for kind of sort of figuring it out before.
Now I want to thank all you really awesome readers out there for reading and even more to the reviewers for reviewing. You made the story worth writing and posting. I hope you read other stories of mine in the future! Bye bye now!
