Chapter Two

The forest was quiet and dark.

Not a sound was heard from anything, except from the hunter when his shoes crackled the dry leaves.

An arrow was fitted to the string as the young hunter looked for his prey.

Finally spotting a deer, the arrow was pulled back and released.

It flew straight and true, embedding itself in the deer's neck, killing the poor animal instantly.

Smiling, Bo Duke stepped forward and grabbed the deer, dragging it back to the farm.

Since all they had at the farm were canned food's, Bo had wanted some meat, so he went out and got some, and it was as fresh as they come!

Quickly he skinned the deer, got the meat he needed and cleaned it up before wrapped it up and stuck it in the fridge for later.

Next he got rid of the fur, having no use for it.

Once all that was done, Bo put the bow and arrow set back before he went to see if there were any good tunes on the radio.

What Bo didn't know was that the house was being watched from across the street by two men in their late 30's.

"This is gonna be so easy. Jus' a little hayseed to take care of. Shouldn't be to much of a problem." Kyle Wilson said to his partner.

"But Kyle, why do we wanna rob this junk heap anyway? There can't be anything of value in a rundown farm." Troy Mullins said.

"Ah, but that's where you're wrong my friend. Ya see, this is the home of a ridge runner, an they always have things of value hidden away in plain sight." Kyle said.

"Ridge runner?"

"Troy, try ta comprehend. A ridge runner is a person that makes an ships moonshine. Now, this Jesse Duke still ships his stock from time ta time. An we aim ta get his profits." Kyle said.

"What if we don't find anything worth takin'?" Troy asked.

"Then we jus' take the boy an sell em'." Kyle said.

Troy blinked, trying to understand Kyle's reasonings.

"Kyle, slavery ain't legal, an besides', who'd want the kid anyways?" Troy asked.

"I have a few friends who'd pay dearly ta have that boy. So, we clear on this? We go up to the house 'round nine o'clock, we get the kid, tie em' up then look through the place. We don't find anything, we take the kid and go. Understand?" Kyle asked.

"Yeah. Nice clean cut plan." Troy said.

"That's because I thought of it, not you." Kyle replied.

Troy frowned at his partner as they continued to watch the house.

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Meanwhile, Luke and his buddies were off partying in town, not knowing that anything was amiss.

"When do ya wanna head home, Luke?" Luke's friend Cooter Davenport asked.

"Uh, 8:45, that'll get me there at 9:00 on the dot." Luke replied as he took another sip of Coca Cola.

He continued to watch the girls in the corner dance, while he ached to go over and introduce himself.

Finally, when he worked up the nerve to go over to them, Cooter grabbed his arm and pointed to the clock.

"Buddyroo. It's 8:50. We's gonna have'ta fly like an eagle ta get you home by 9:00." Cooter said.

Luke sighed, knowing Cooter was right. Besides, he had to make sure Bo hadn't burned the farm down!

"Alright Coot, let's go." Luke said. He followed Cooter outside to the small sedan that Cooter had.

He got in to the passanger seat while Cooter got in to the driver's seat and took off, heading back to the Duke farm, and more trouble than either of them could ever imagine.