Author's notes: Hi all, here's the next installment. It's a long chapter, but buckle up, because you're going for a ride.

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Disclaimer: I don't own the Dukes or any of the main characters, and I'm not making any money from this. Andy's a handful, but I guess I have to take credit for behaviors if not his name...

Chapter 7 – We Got 'Em, We Got 'Em

Jesse could not have planned a better 'shine delivery for Bo's first. Orren Miller was a local man, who lived out towards the swamp. Most of the trip could be made on Jesse's own trails, with just a short leg of the journey on blacktop to get across Uchee River. After that, the boys would cross over into the wilds around the swamp, where they would be as safe as if they were in their uncle's arms. Any revenuer that tried to follow them back there would be lost to civilization within minutes.

In addition, it was Daisy's night off, so both she and Jesse could back Bo up in separate cars, while Luke stayed by his side. Of course, Jesse and Daisy would only get involved if they were called in by one of the boys. It was important to build Bo's confidence in himself, because his family might not always be available to help during a 'shine run. This last thought brought a smile to the patriarch's face. If there was one thing Bo had, it was confidence behind the wheel.

Helping his boys load Tilly at the still site, Jesse felt a little lump form in his throat. They'd been so little when they came to him, having just lost their families. Bo had been an infant and Luke not yet five when their parents, which included two of Jesse's younger brothers, had perished in that violent and fiery crash. Jesse was forever grateful that neither of the boys had been in the car. Daisy followed soon after when yet another of Jesse's brothers finally succumbed to the colon cancer that had been slowly stealing his life.

From the beginning, he and Lavinia had faced an uphill climb. Neither was exactly young anymore, as Jesse was by far the eldest of his siblings. Their time for having children had come and gone without any, and while the couple had wanted kids, they'd finally just built their lives around having none. Suddenly they had two, then three, who'd already lost more in their short time on this earth than most people would in their whole lives. Partly because he'd had to create one family from the shambles of three, but also because of the nature of the family business, Jesse had insisted the kids build loyalty above and beyond that of most siblings. A moonshiner has always got to be able to completely trust his partners, a lesson Jesse had learned the hard way long ago.

Now his children were grown, and despite Bo's easily hurt feelings, Daisy's distractedness, and Luke's guarded nature, they could all be absolutely certain that each would be there for the other in a heartbeat, if needed. They'd become such fine adults, and tonight the youngest was about to experience his final rite of passage. Jesse couldn't have been more proud.

Luke could see the emotion in Jesse's eyes, and while he hid his own feelings a little deeper below the surface, Luke couldn't help but feel his own pride in his cousin. When he'd left for Vietnam, he'd worried about a lot of things: Jesse's ability to keep up the farm without him, his kin's reaction to the idea that they could very well lose yet one more before their time, whether the 'shine business could continue to provide for his family, and if not, how they would manage with the only member of working age overseas, earning a pittance. His greatest concern, however, had been his youngest cousin, who was such a gentle hearted, innocent, skinny little kid when he'd left. Luke was afraid the boy would wear his heart on his sleeve and somehow get himself terribly hurt. Worst of all would be if his cousin's nature changed and he lost that playful, sweet personality that made him essentially Bo.

While they'd each made their own friends at school, the boys had spent almost all of their childhood days together, partly because there had been so much work to do and it had taken both of them to get it done, but also because the farm was pretty remote from other families with kids. What Luke hadn't realized until he'd gone away was that the there was a third reason they were so close. As well as loving each other, they genuinely liked one another. They shared the same interests and there were moments when it even seemed as though they shared the same thoughts. No matter how many team sports he'd played, no matter how many missions he'd been on in the Corps, there was never anyone he could work side-by-side with nearly so well as Bo.

Luke had come back to a lot of changes. Most of his friends had settled down and become productive members of the community. Daisy had grown into a beautiful and responsible young woman. Jesse had aged ten years in three. Some of the remote buildings on the farm had been razed to make more cornfields. But the biggest change, to Luke's eyes, had been the confident, tall, blonde man that met him at the bus stop, looking him in the eye and offering a hand to shake before nearly smothering him in his arms and whispering "Missed you so much, Lukas." A split second later the tears on his shoulder told Luke that most of the changes were superficial, and that his sensitive, impetuous cousin still inhabited that taller, more muscular body.

The way Bo had grown up without hardening amazed and touched his oldest cousin. Staring down the double barrel of that wide-eyed innocence every day turned out to be more than Luke could take; he was afraid he'd taint the teenager with his rougher nature. The Marine had tried to avoid his cousin, but Bo persisted. Though Luke was still concerned that he'd somehow harm the boy, he was grateful that their closeness had been sufficiently restored to allow them to make Bo's first run together. For all the times over the last months that he'd wished Bo would leave him alone, there was no place that he'd rather be tonight.

Bo grinned at his uncle and cousin, as they loaded the last of the 'shine into Tilly's smuggling compartments. He could read both men as easily as if they'd had the words written across their foreheads. They were proud of him, but Bo knew that whatever he'd accomplished over the years was the result of everything the two people standing in front of him had taught him. On impulse, he flung himself at Jesse, holding on tight.

"You be careful out there, Bo. And remember, we're listenin' for ya, and we'll be there in no time at all if you need us. And if you don't need us, let us know that you made the drop all right, okay?"

"Yes, sir."

After disengaging himself from Bo, Jesse headed for the pickup, laying a quick hand on Luke's shoulder. His nephew understood the unspoken words: look out for your cousin. While the boys would stay at the still site awaiting full darkness, Jesse was headed back to the farm where he and Daisy would monitor the CB, tuned to the agreed upon emergency channel, first for word that the boys had begun their run, then that they had completed it successfully.

Agent Roach was not sure what to make of the "anonymous tip" that he had received announcing that the Dukes would make a moonshine delivery that night, including the supposed destination. Coltrane had been unusually interested in making sure he was aware of the Dukes, and might have been behind the call. Alternately, the tip could have some from someone allied with the Duke family, intending to set up the new agent in town to fall into some moonshiner's trap. The least likely scenario of all was that the caller was what they said they were: a concerned citizen trying to do their civic duty.

No matter the origin of the call, there was no way Andy was going to wait at the destination or even the Uchee River bridge, which was where the caller had suggested he take up surveillance. If someone was setting him up, either location was remote enough that a man could disappear from there without a trace. Instead, Agent Roach had stationed himself on a ridge overlooking the Dukes' farmhouse. He'd seen the boys get into the black runner without taking the time to load it with 'shine, and Jesse'd gotten into one of the pickups on the property. Then all three had driven off the farm.

Andy chose not to follow. An empty runner could very well be bait to trap a revenuer. Besides, there was still way too much light in the sky for a moonshine delivery. When Jesse returned alone at dusk, however, Andy began to think the tip could have been accurate. He pulled his surprisingly agile Chrysler out of the shrubs on the ridge, and headed for the general location that he'd spotted the loaded black runner once before.

Stalking the ATF agent, Sheriff Coltrane was disappointed. Commissioner Hogg said he'd told Roach exactly where to intercept the moonshine run. But there the idiot was, hiding in some bushes on a low ridge overlooking the Duke Farm. And so Rosco sat, on the upper ridge, cursing rookie agents.

The sheriff was sorely tempted to go to the Uchee Bridge himself and catch those Dukes, but Hogg had made him swear that he'd stay clear unless called upon. He could assist in the bust, but he could not be the one to make it. Boss was sure Rosco would not be reelected if he made the collar himself.

So instead he was stuck up here, watching Bo and Luke Duke get into that low riding Ford and driving off, followed by their uncle in his pickup. If Roach couldn't recognize that black car for what it was, he didn't deserve his badge. Rosco was finding it impossible to keep the sounds of frustration from escaping his lips, but he did manage to make them quietly enough to avoid alerting anyone to his presence.

"Ijit. You're just sitting down there and they're off makin' an illegal delivery, ijit!"

Finally the Duke patriarch returned alone, and the fool on the hill below him started to move. Rosco's muttering became more upbeat as he followed at a safe distance. He was sure that even if the sheriff had been right on his tail that rookie'd never spot him, but he stayed back anyway. He'd intentionally kept Enos on duty for a double shift that night, so that the only truly honest deputy he had would be available to assist. No one in the county could say anything was amiss if Enos was part of the collar. Finally, it seemed, everything was in place. Now, if this actually went as planned, he could satisfy his debt to his brother-in-law, get those sassy Dukes out of his hair until he retired, and ensure his reelection.

Andy chuckled as he spotted the cruiser behind him, easily identified as the sheriff's by the unnatural curvature of the bumper, bent in roughly the shape of a tree trunk. It had been that way for weeks, not severe enough to require replacement parts, and on a section of the car that would have required more hours of labor to pound out than the county government was willing to pay.

All right, so he would have help tonight, it seemed, and now he knew the origin of his anonymous call.

The boys sat together on the hood of the car, reclined against the windshield. It had been a cloudy afternoon, and it didn't look like it would clear up at night, either. Bo was grateful. Though he could handle himself behind the wheel, especially with Luke at his side, the dimmed moonlight was definitely a stroke of luck.

When the last of the light was gone, Luke sat up and placed a hand on Bo's forearm. "Ready, cuz?" he said with more gentleness than Bo had heard from him in a long time.

"You bet, Luke," he answered, pulling himself up as well. The younger boy was surprised when Luke slid off the same side of the car as he just had, landing right next to him, and placing an arm around his shoulders.

"You're gonna be great, Bo. I ain't never seen a better driver than you. Not even me." As competitive as the boys had always been, Bo recognized this for an unusually magnanimous admission on Luke's part. Before Bo could answer him, Luke added, "Now let's go." The boys exchanged grins and got into the car. This ought to be fun.

Luke picked up the CB mic. "Lost Sheep to Shepherd, Lost Sheep to Shepherd, we're headin' out to pasture."

A slight crackle, and then, "All right Lost Sheep, you watch out for that big bad wolf."

"10-4."

They began to roll down Jesse's path, both of them silent and on alert. Their route would begin exactly as the last one had, with the same vulnerabilities. Luke was determined not to let Bo make the kind of mistake that he had. And for his part, Bo was eager for his first run to go perfectly.

As they approached the first clearing, Bo came to a full stop so they could both scan the area. This was not standard practice, but Luke was not going to give his cousin a hard time about it, not after he'd forgotten to even slow down in this same type of spot.

It had been such a hot day, and the cloud cover kept the heat trapped, even after nightfall. The slow pace they'd taken so far did not allow for much of a breeze through the wide open windows, so after passing that first opening on Jesse's trail, Bo put his foot down and took off. This seemed to be the cue to go from silent to raucous, as the boys began enjoying themselves in earnest. A few laughs and hollers later, they looked at each other and grinned. This was what they were born to do.

Turning away from Bo, Luke's eye caught some movement. Though the shrubbery was fairly dense here, there were still places that could be seen through, if one really tried. Luke studied the parallel road as best he could, but there were just too many branches flying by for him to tell.

"Hold her steady, Bo. I gotta see somethin'." Bo glanced over to see the top half of his cousin's body disappear out the window until he was sitting on the frame of the door. From there, he kept his concentration on the path, hoping to avoid bumps or dips that could dislodge the older boy from his perch. Suddenly Luke's eyes were where his knees had been only seconds before. His voice came quietly, but urgently to Bo's ears. "Slow down, but not too much."

The teenager's eyes got very large, but he did exactly as he was told. From the time they were little boys, he and Luke had gone off on a variety of missions, most silly, but some genuinely important, such as learning to hunt together without ever putting the other into danger. Bo had always been a man of action, long before he was even a man, but he had learned to pay attention to his older cousin and wait for instructions before giving in to his impulses. Eyes glued to the trail in front of him, the blonde listened carefully now.

"Lost Sheep to Shepherd, Lost Sheep to Shepherd, I think your sheep have grown a tail."

"10-4, Bo Peep and I are on our way to round 'em up."

Bo had held his tongue through the distress call, but now he needed to know, "Luke, what's out there?"

"Not sure, Bo, but I think there's a car out there on High Ridge Road, keeping pace with us, no headlights."

"Maybe I should stay on the trail, then, instead of crossing over towards the swamp? At least until Jesse and Daisy get here."

"Nah, if they're after us, they already know where we are. Think you can outrun 'em to the crossover?"

Bo grinned, "You bet," and put his foot to the floor.

Agent Roach had stayed just behind the sound of another car off to the right of the High Ridge Road, not too far from where he'd spotted the Duke boys on their previous run. Intermingled with the engine noise, he could hear the occasional whoop. Whoever was out there was having a good time. Andy kept his wheels steady and his eyes to the side, relying upon the straightness of this portion of the road to keep him from flying off into a ditch. Eventually he was rewarded with some unusual movement on the other side of the thicket that lined the road, when he saw what appeared to be a head with curly hair silhouetted against the silvery light of a cloud. The Duke boys.

The agent heard the engine pitch change that indicated a gear shift, then listened as the roar seemed to grow more distant in front of him. He'd been spotted. His CB unit had been tuned to the police band all night, so all he needed to do was grab the handset and call for backup.

"This is Agent Andy Roach calling the Hazzard County Sheriff's department. I need backup on High Ridge Road." To Andy's surprise, the Sheriff that he knew was somewhere behind him did not respond, but his young deputy did.

"Yes sir, Agent, I'm on my way."

"Deputy, come code 1, no lights or sirens, got it?"

"Yes, sir."

Now that the Deputy was en route, Andy let the Duke boys continue to widen their lead a little bit. If they thought they had gotten away, they'd continue on to the drop and he could corner them at the Uchee River Bridge.

In the darkness about a mile behind the ATF agent, the sheriff giggled and extinguished his own headlights. "We got 'em, we got 'em."

Jesse headed cross country in a straight line in order to come out in front of the boys on High Ridge Road. Daisy, in Luke's low slung, yellow Plymouth, was restricted to back roads, and planned to come out behind them. Ideally they would be able to provide a cushion around the boys, blocking anyone from getting to the old black Ford, by using various evasive techniques. Jesse even carried a barrel of corn oil to slick the road, if necessary. Of course, that would require some fancy maneuvering, but between the four Dukes, it could be done.

Jesse pushed the pickup as fast as it would take him, knowing that if he got there late, he would be of no use at all.

"When you hit the blacktop, Bo, you're gonna go past the Uchee Road cutoff. Head out for that old trail a short ways up. We'll lose 'em on that, then cross back to the Uchee River Bridge."

"10-4, cuz." Bo was starting to enjoy himself again. He could actually relish the chase, so long as it ended the right way, and with Luke planning strategy, and him behind the wheel, there was no way it could end badly.

The Dukes already knew he was there, so Andy turned on his headlights, and cautioned the Sheriff's Deputy to come onto the scene completely dark. With any luck, they'd be able to sandwich the black moonshine runner between them on the Uchee River Bridge.

"Deputy, what's your 20?"

"I'm crossing the bridge now."

"Excellent. Set up a road block at the far end."

"You got it, Agent." Enos didn't know who they were about to trap, but at that moment it didn't matter. This was everything he'd joined the force to do: capture those breaking the law by any means necessary. He'd cut off the far end of the bridge, then wait for the criminals to fall right into his lap. Enos knew the Sheriff would be proud of him.

When they emerged onto High Ridge Road, the boys were surprised to spot headlights behind, maybe a quarter mile back.

"What's he doin'?" Bo asked, panic returning.

"I ain't exactly sure," Luke answered, grabbing the CB mic. "Shepherd, Bo Peep, where the hell are you?"

Jesse frowned at the anxious tone to his older nephew's voice, not to mention his choice of words. For Luke to be this excited, the boys must have more than just a suspicion of trouble. He was already moving as quickly as he could, so he pulled the CB mic from its cradle and answered, "I'll be getting to High Ridge Road in about half a minute."

"You'll be comin' in behind us then. We're already on the road with trouble on our backside."

"I'll just see if I can lasso them from behind. You keep her humpin'."

"10-4."

"Lost Sheep, this is Bo Peep comin' up at full speed on your back door. Ain't seen your wolf yet."

"10-4, Bo Peep. Head over to the blue channel for a minute, see what traffic you can pick up." Daisy flipped to the police band on her CB, monitoring for any indication of who might be chasing her cousins, and what their plan might be. A brief silence was followed by a voice she recognized.

"I got the south end of the bridge blocked, sir."

"10-4, I'll corral them to you." Daisy nearly swerved off the road at the second voice. The man who 'loved' her was attempting to send her cousins away for five years. She switched the CB back to the Dukes' emergency channel and pushed Luke's car to its limits in an attempt to get to the bridge and clear the way for Bo and Luke to make it through.

"Lost Sheep, stay away from the bridge until you hear differently from me, got it?" she said.

"10-4, Bo Peep. Any idea who we got on our tail?"

"You got a revenuer behind and local fuzz in front."

"10-4." Luke hung up the CB. "Bo, you're gonna have to lose 'em on that trail when we get there, at least long enough to let Daisy clear the bridge. If we can get to the swamp side, we've got the advantage."

"You got it." Bo focused entirely on the road before him, leaving everything else to his cousin.

When the car in front of him did not turn at the Uchee Road cutoff, Agent Roach grew concerned. Maybe this was a set up after all. At this point he was committed, though. Whatever it took, he was going to stop the car in front of him.

"Sheriff Coltrane, this is Agent Roach. I know you're out there. Got your ears on?"

Rosco was amused and annoyed. The rookie couldn't pull it off alone, so the sheriff would have to help him, but wouldn't be able to take any credit for the bust.

"This is Sheriff Coltrane. Got a problem there, Agent Roach?"

Andy wasn't pleased with Rosco's smug tone, but he didn't have time to worry about such things. "I know you're bringing up my rear back there somewhere. My quarry has passed the cutoff, I'm gonna need help up here." Before he could even release the transmit button on the handset, Andy had more information for the local law. "They just turned left into the woods. I'm in pursuit."

With an excited giggle, Rosco joined the chase in earnest.

As Jesse emerged onto High Ridge Road, he could see taillights in front of him. If he'd been thirty years younger, the Duke patriarch would have let out a string of curses. The revenuer had all the advantages tonight, and despite being new to the job, he was clearly smart. Another youngster might have continued to chase without headlights, but this agent clearly knew he'd already been spotted and might as well illuminate not only the road in front of him, but also the fleeing suspects. The boys would need fancy footwork and some help to lose this guy.

In his frustration, Jesse almost missed the reflective tape on the car behind him. When he was sure of what he was seeing,the Duke patriarch made the quick decision that the revenuer would have to wait. First he'd have to take out Coltrane. Swerving from side to side, the white haired man slowed his pace somewhat. If he could get Rosco to try passing him, he could use the pickup to push the sheriff into one of the ditches that lined either side of the road. With that done, he could resume his pursuit of the revenue agent. It would all have to happen quickly though, or he'd be of no use to the boys in front of him.

In his haste to dispatch Rosco, Jesse forgot about the dead weight of the oil-filled barrel in the back of his truck. As he swung a wide arc to the right, his back end came around more than he anticipated. Fighting to keep the truck upright, Jesse counter-steered, screeching to a halt across both lanes of the road.

Rosco, who was moving at a high rate of speed without headlights, did not see the danger until he was almost upon it. He slammed on his brakes, wrenching the steering wheel to the left. With a sickening crunch, the cruiser's passenger side collided with the pickup. The sheriff sat, stunned, but otherwise uninjured.

After glancing over at the lawman's car and seeing movement that indicated Rosco was all right, Jesse picked up the CB's handset.

"This is Shepherd, I'm out of it. Got a Coltrane stuck in my side. You're gonna have to keep runnin' without me, boys."

"Lukas?" Both the use of Luke's full name and the slightly elevated pitch of his voice betrayed Bo's anxiety.

"Steady, Bo. Keep 'er on the road." Luke forced himself to sound calm and give clear orders. The Marine knew that losing his cool could mean the difference between life and death. "You just keep ahead of him. I'm gonna look for something to help us out here."

Luke searched the area he could easily reach, then slid over the top of the bench seat to check the back. All he could find were their camping supplies. He considered trying to nail the pursuer's car with canned beans, but realized that having a chance of hitting the windshield meant letting the revenuer get too close for comfort. He'd have to think their way out of this one.

Coming forward again, Luke snapped his fingers. "I got it. Try to lose him in the trees now, but keep heading up this trail. If you can't lose him here, I know another way you can get rid of him."

"Coltrane? Coltrane! Where are you?" When he got no response, Andy tried the deputy. "Deputy Strate, you out there?"

"Yes sir."

"I'm in pursuit of the suspects on some kind of a path to the west of Uchee Road. Where does it lead?"

"That's the old scout trail, Agent Roach. It's really just a deer path don't lead nowhere, just ends at the river bank."

"Thank you, Deputy."

Daisy was ready to move heaven and earth to prevent what was about to happen to Bo and Luke. She desperately wanted to go after Andy and cut him off herself, but she was too far back to even try. Instead, she was the only Duke to actually turn at the Uchee Road cutoff, headed for the bridge. She'd have to take out Enos instead, so the boys could double back and cross the bridge. The point now was not to make the delivery, but just to get into the safety of the swamp, where her cousins could find their way around, but the ATF agent would be easily lost. They'd mount a rescue mission the next day to find Andy, but right now Daisy didn't care if he disappeared forever.

Daisy had heard Jesse's last transmission, and she knew that it was up to her to even the odds. If she could get Enos out of the way, somehow, it would be a fair match, one car trying to outrun another. And Bo and Luke had the home field advantage.

Careening towards the bridge, Daisy saw that Enos had left his post and was headed upstream along the swamp side of the river. She'd have to catch him quickly or he'd get into rough terrain where the Plymouth would not be able to follow without bottoming out. Daisy had just begun to cross the bridge when there was a flash of white in front of her. She slammed on her brakes, but not in time to avoid the crash.

J. D. Hogg had been monitoring the progress of the chase on the police band all night. Much of the time, the man in white preferred not to get dirty, and driving could be filthy work. But once upon a time, before he'd had the money to hire others to do it for him, the Boss had been a top notch moonshine runner. He knew all the moves, and could still make as many of them as his portly body would allow.

Hogg had dismissed his driver and commandeered his wife Lulu's car for the night. Wanting to see the bust, which he hoped would net at least Jesse, if not also Bo and Luke Duke, J. D. hid his car in the bushes near the Miller shack. Orren and his wife owed Hogg a debt from years back, when he'd lent them enough to repair the place after the remnants of a hurricane had passed through and torn the roof off. They'd never been able to repay him, and the Boss had held it over their heads until the time came to cash in his chips. Orren hated to be a part of anything that might cause Jesse Duke to come to harm, but he couldn't see where making a moonshine order would be dangerous to his old friend. When the county commissioner offered to forgive the debt in return for requesting a delivery, Orren made the call.

As he listened to events unfolding on his CB monitor, Boss Hogg determined that the arrest would most likely take place at the Uchee River Bridge, not down by the Millers' place. Not wanting to be seen anywhere near the actual bust, but definitely wanting to watch it happen, Boss brought Lulu's car up slowly towards the bridge, and pulled into some bushes at the southern end. From where he sat, he could see the Deputy's cruiser completely blocking any oncoming traffic. This new boy, Strate, might turn out to be useful after all. At least, that was what the commissioner thought until he saw the young man abandon his post and begin to drive along the bank of the river. What was that idiot doing?

Boss Hogg returned his gaze to Uchee Road in time to see Daisy Duke flying towards his side of the river in that yellow car of hers. Jesse Duke had already disabled his sheriff; there was no way another Duke was going to interfere with the commissioner's law enforcement team on this night. Boss pulled his wife's car out into the middle of the road at the south end of Uchee River Bridge and ducked low into his passenger seat, awaiting impact. It came almost immediately.

"Lost Sheep, this is Bo Peep. You're on your own out there. You've still got one local on this side of the river."

Bo did not take his eyes off the path in front of him, but even without looking up, he could see the glare of headlights in his mirrors. "We ain't losin' him, Luke."

"I know, Bo. You remember where this trail goes?"

"To the river."

"Right. And do you remember what it looks like at the end?"

Bo was getting testy. These were really strange questions to have to answer right now. "Yeah, there's that little rise there that we built up to give us something to jump off of when we'd swing on that old rope… Oh. Right." Bo grinned. He should have known his cousin was going somewhere with this.

"Be careful, Bo, and concentrate. You ain't jumped in the dark before."

"Don't you worry, cousin. Before you know it we'll be waving bye-bye to the nice revenuer."

Luke smiled, but did not let down his guard. The end of the trail would be coming up soon. "Bo, turn on the headlights. We ain't hiding no more, now we're jumping, and I want you to see the ramp."

"You got it."

As soon as the road in front was illuminated, Luke's eye caught something on the other side of the river.

"Shoot. Enos is over there. Bo, change your angle!" It was too late to pull up on the north side of the river; if they did so, they'd be a living physics experiment in uncontrolled velocity when the revenuer slammed into their backside. They'd have to make the jump and try to outrun or outsmart Enos on the other side. Assuming, that was, that Bo could line Tilly up to miss the Deputy's patrol car in the first place. Enos had picked what would have been the best landing site to wait for the boys.

The takeoff was anything but clean. Luke braced himself against the roof of the car, but Bo had to keep both hands on the steering wheel. The shouts that came from the car this time were not gleeful rebel yells.

"Bo!"

"Luke!"

The landing was worse than the takeoff, and Bo's hands were wrenched from the wheel as he bounced upward, his head briefly striking the roof of the car. The back end of the car slid around and beached on a large stone, flinging both boys sideways. Bo felt pain in the side of his head, and then everything went black.