As bad off as Luke was, Cooter could see that Bo was more in need of attention.

"Stay with him!" He shouted back to Joe as he ran to Bo, forgetting in the moment that Mr. Settles was a trained M.D.

"No YOU stay with him!" Joe replied, giving Cooter a pretty good shove toward Luke once again despite his age.

The first thing Joe did when he reached Bo was pry the phone out of his hand. "Call an ambulance Sheri! Call two ambulances!" He said, handing the phone to her.

"Blood Joe! There's blood all over it!" She replied, refusing to take the phone and going into hysterics.

"Get a hold of yourself, Sheri! These boys need help!" He said.

"C'mon Luke, what's the matter?" Cooter asked an unresponsive Luke as Joe attended to Bo. As he turned the dark haired boy over, he was horrified to see blood all over his face. His feeling eased a bit when he remembered the blood wasn't Luke's, but went right back to panic mode when he remembered who the blood that Luke had picked up from the floor belonged to.

"Lord." Cooter muttered as he patted Luke's face. "If I got any favors comin' my way I could sure use one right about now."

No sooner had the words escaped Cooter's lips that the door was thrown open and Major Gene Edwards came running in, followed by his sidekick Sampson, Daisy, Jesse, and two members of the local law enforcement!

"Luke!" Daisy exclaimed, rushing over to Luke with Jesse on her heels. "He's bleeding!" She continued putting her hands over her mouth.

"No he ain't." Cooter replied, instinctively looking toward Bo.

Jesse and Daisy turned to look where Cooter was. This time, Daisy let out a bloodcurdling scream!

"Bo!" She yelled, rushing toward him. She was stopped midway by Sampson.

"Let me go!" She demanded.

"What's goin' on? What's wrong with my nephews?" Jesse demanded as one of the local officers blocked his way.

"That's what we're trying to figure out, Mr. Duke." The Major announced. Ambulances have already been dispatched. You and Daisy can do us a favor by trying to stay out of the way."

"But they're my nephews!" Jesse insisted as the other local officer appeared in the room once again.

"No sign of Settles on the premises, Sir." He announced before Edwards spotted Sheri sitting on the couch, hugging herself and rocking back and forth.

"Very well. See to Mrs. Settles." He told the officer.

"Cooter…." Daisy began as she sat next to him. Cooter knew that meant that Daisy wanted to take over his duty of cradling Luke's head in his lap until the ambulance arrived.

Reluctantly obliging, Cooter slid over and rose to his feet. He wanted to give the teary eyed old man who stood there a hug, but looking down at his clothes, simply placed his hand on his shoulder instead. Cooter, like Luke and Sheri, had not been immune to getting Bo's blood on his clothes and figured Jesse didn't need any on his on top of everything else he was soon to deal with. He wondered how Jesse had managed to get away from jail, but with fact that the Major was on the premises, he assumed it was because Daisy had followed Luke's advice and contacted him when she didn't hear back from the pair.

"We got a lead sir!" The local officer who attended to Sheri announced, bringing Cooter out of his thoughts. He rushed over to the Major along with the other officer and Sampson, leaving a clear path for Jesse to get to Bo.

"Mrs. Settles confirms that Mr. Settles took the young man's kidney." The officer announced, handing a paper to Major Edwards. "This is the make and model of her vehicle, and the license plate number. She said he took her car and left her just a few minutes before his father arrived, headed east. She thinks…."

He was interrupted when Cooter reached over and snatched the paper from the major's hand before running out the door. A lot of yelling went into effect when the officials got over their initial surprise. By that time, Cooter was peeling out of the driveway in his tow truck as neighboring mothers held their children tight away from the road on which they assumed a madman drove.

As Cooter made his way onto the interstate, he wasn't sure whether or not to be surprised to see the police following him. On the one hand, it didn't make much sense. All he had done was take a piece of paper with information on it that Mrs. Settles could have easily provided oce once again. No, he thought, they had to be following him for one reason; they had to be thinking along the same lines as he was.

The last place any criminal in his right mind would go is back home, especially if he knew the law was onto him. However, Myron Settles daughter was there, and he wasn't in his right mind.

And that was confirmed twenty minutes later when Cooter arrived back at the condominiums and spotted a car and plate matching the description that Sheri had given the officer. He didn't have to get out, however, because he saw a red haired man running back toward that same car, pointing a gun toward an elderly couple who stood in the entrance cowering in fear. Though Cooter had never actually seen the doctor before now, the white and blue cooler he held in his free hand and his nervous attitude was a clear indication that he had found Myron Settles.

As sirens sounded in the distance, Myron turned toward them and spotted Cooter looking at him. He had no idea who the mechanic was, but it didn't matter. He was a witness, a witness to the fact he had pulled a gun on this elderly couple who had simply insisted on stopping him out of concern when they saw the amount of blood on his clothes and his wild eyed expression. All his senses numbed, he fired a single shot toward Cooter before he got back in Sheri's car and took off once again.

Cooter had ducked to miss the bullet. He rose back up as soon as he heard Sheri's tires squealing, offering the fresh hole in his windshield only a minimal acknowledgement before he circled around to follow him.

As the doctor raced back to the only access to the complex, Cooter could see the police cars enter and block the exit. He relaxed a little, thinking things might be coming to an end. But the feeling of being home returned when, instead of stopping, the doctor simply plowed into the back of the car on the right, throwing it sideways before he entered traffic once again, never slowing down.

And in true Hazzard County style, Cooter only offered the policeman a brief glance as he entered traffic himself and took off after Myron. He only hoped he could keep the doctor in site until the officers could rearrange themselves in the remaining vehicle and catch back up.

On the interstate again, Myron led the chase at speeds that wouldn't particularly bother Cooter in Hazzard County, but made him nervous on a crowded six lane highway where too many other people would become unwillingly involved, especially when Myron began firing potshots back in Cooter's direction.

And although the flying bullets didn't hit anyone, everyone's attempt to dodge them led to a lot of swerving, braking, causing enough of a mess that traffic was brought to a dead standstill.

As Cooter counted the fifth bullet being fired, he looked at his rearview mirror in frustration. He assumed the Major was with the local police, but it didn't matter. No one was going to get through that mess, at least for a few minutes.

Cooter reached to his CB as he struggled to keep up, looking for a local police band. When he finally found one, he relayed Myron's position to the officer as best as he could, hoping the doctor wouldn't exit the interstate as the mechanic was unfamiliar with the side roads.

As if fate was teasing him, Myron did just that, shooting off an exit ramp that looked like it barely saw use despite the fact it was in the middle of the largest city in the South.

And the reason it wasn't seeing much use, Cooter quickly found out, was because the road was closed both ways not far passed the stores that counted on interstate traffic for their business.

Myron paid little heed to the barriers that blocked the road off toward the west as he barreled though them. Despite the fact that there was still one bullet in the gun, Cooter continued his pursuit.

And speeds continued to increase as they passed dilapidated, abandoned buildings on either side that looked as if they may have served as apartments years ago. Cooter barely noticed them though as he kept his eyes straight ahead, determined to increase his speed in order to do whatever it took to keep up with or maybe even stop the doctor.

He was so focus on that plan that he was surprised when Dr. Settles came to a smoke filled rubber burning screeching stop!

Cooter found himself having to use the same maneuver to stop his own vehicle. There wasn't even time to concentrate on where he wanted his own truck to stop, just holding on to the steering wheel and praying for the best was the all he could manage. That landing place ended up being against the side of a bridge.

When Cooter opened his eyes seconds later, he discovered why Myron had saw the necessity for the abrupt stop. The bright orange barriers and yellow flashing caution lights on the bridge just ahead warned motorists to the gaping hold where construction was not yet complete!

Having wrecked against a concrete post, the otherwise unscathed doctor threw open his door and grabbed the cooler. Cooter was out of his own vehicle in seconds as well, but did nothing to pursue Myron when he pointed his gun at him once again.

Cooter held up his hands. "Just relax now, I ain't here to hurt you."

"Who are you?" Myron asked, waving the gun around nervously. "Just leave me alone."

"Okay. That's fine." Cooter replied, hoping he wasn't going to spook the man into doing something foolish. "I'll make you a deal. You just give me that cooler there and the police 'ill never know where you are."

"Can't." Myron replied, wiping his sweaty forehead on his sleeve. "It's not anything to drink. My daughter's life is in this box."

"Your daughter, Rebekka?" Cooter asked as he took a step forward.

The doctor responded by taking a step back, his gun still trained on Cooter. "How'd you know her name?"

Cooter took a deep breath. "I'm a friend of Luke Duke. We came by your apartment earlier to discuss Luke's surgery with you, and you wadn't home."

"Well it's too late!" The doctor spat out. "Luke had his chance to get a cure and he didn't want it. My Rebekka, she's wanted nothing more ever since she's put on that dialysis machine last year. I think people who want the cures should be the ones who get them, don't you?"

"Dr. Settles, Rebekka can't use that kidney any more."

"'Course she can!"

"No, she can't. Dr. Settles, don't you understand? She's gone."

Dr. Settles blinked a couple of times as he took in the information. "No." He simply replied, keeping the gun trained on Cooter.

"She is. She passed away a little while ago. I'm sorry."

"You're lying!" Dr. Settles shouted as the gun began to shake even more.

"I wish I were." Cooter confessed. "Listen, I have a daughter myself. I don't see her much but I understand the love of a father as well as anyone. This must be terribly hard for you."

"She's not dead!" The doctor cried out. "Just real sick that's all. Real sick. But once she gets this kidney, everything is gonna be alright. It took a long time, but everything's alright now."

"Dr. Settles." Cooter continued. "Your father was with Rebekka shortly after she passed. He confirmed it."

Dr. Settles continued to shake his head and back up, all the while keeping the gun trained on Cooter. '

"Please try to understand." Cooter pressed. "You can't save her life anymore but that kidney can still be used. If you really love Rebekka, then honor her by giving someone else the chance at the kind of life she longed for."

There was a long pause as tears started falling down Myron's cheeks. "I would give the chance to someone else, if they wanted it." He began. "But I know who this kidney would be offered to, and he made it clear he didn't want it!"

So with a strength induced groan, Myron lifted the cooler.

And hurled it over the side of the bridge!

Ya know, this proves that a Duke boy don't even hafta be all together for him to find trouble on both ends.