Home Alone Chapter 4

It was a rooster, followed by the idle chatter of Daisy, that woke Luke from his sleep.

He was still tied up, and laying on the floor, in the position he landed in, after having a sudden and unprepared for, meeting with the wall!

Luke tried to move to face the door, but he was to stiff to move. His arms, because they had been roughly tied behind his back for so long, and his legs because the blood flow had been cut off for who knows how long!

The front door opened, and Uncle Jesse and Daisy both walked in to see a sight that they thought that they would never see.

The farmhouse was trashed! Tables overturned, dishes destroyed, walls and pictures slashed, knick knacks on the floor and in the sink...it was as if a localized tornado had swept through the place!

"What happened here?" Daisy asked, her voice quivering as if she was going to cry.

Jesse, who had paled slightly, finally found his voice and yelled, "LUKE...BO!"

Hearing his name, Luke started muttering around his gag and trying to create even the smallest bit of noise so Uncle Jesse and or Daisy could hear him.

His muttering was enough, because both Uncle Jesse and Daisy turned towards him and gasped.

After staring at Luke for a couple of seconds, Daisy and Uncle Jesse ran towards him and began to cut him loose, well, Uncle Jesse cut Luke loose, Daisy just watched with a worried expression on her face.

Once Luke was loose, Uncle Jesse helped him to stand and moved him to a kitchen chair that Daisy had righted.

"What happened, Luke?" Uncle Jesse asked as he knelt down infront of the frightened boy.

Luke sniffled slightly before he raised his eyes to look at Uncle Jesse.

"These men came...they...trashed th' place...Bo!...They took Bo!" Luke sputtered.

"What'd these men look like?" Jesse asked.

Luke swallowed down his fear as he shook his head.

"I don't know, Uncle Jesse! They were wearing ski masks over their heads. I only got one of their names, though." Luke said, looking disippointed.

"It's alright Luke, it's ok. I'm a'gonna CB Rosco, an ask em' to come out to the farm." Jesse said as he stood up and went outside to use the truck's CB, since the household CB was sporting several bullet holes that it hadn't had a few days ago.

It took about thirty minutes from the time Uncle Jesse CB'd Rosco, to the time the sheriff arrived at the farm.

By that time, Daisy and Jesse had made excellent progress in cleaning up the place and figuring out what was salvagable or not.

Rosco walked up to the front door and knocked lightly upon it, while Uncle Jesse set down his broom and let Rosco in.

After taking a look around the trashed farmhouse, Rosco went back to Luke and took the boy's statement.

"Do ya know why they took Bo?" Rosco asked.

Luke shook his head. "If they said why, it must'a been after I was knocked out. Before I passed out, I heard the leader call th' other guy Troy. I guess it was his name." Luke said.

"Troy." Rosco muttered as he wrote that name down on his notepad.

"You will get Bo back, won't ya, Sheriff?" Luke asked.

Rosco looked up into Luke's eyes. He saw a combination of hope and fear shining brightly in them.

With the scanty information that Luke had been able to tell him, Rosco didn't see how he could track Bo down, with only the height, probable weight and the name of one of the suspects.

"I'll do ma best, Luke."Rosco promised, before he stood up.

While he made his way outside, Jesse confronted him.

"Now Rosco, I want'cha ta tell me the truth. What are the odds of findin' ma nephew alive?" Jesse asked.

Rosco sighed and turned to face the Duke patriarch. Rosco hated to be the bearer of bad news, especially bad news like this.

"Truthfully, with such scanty information, odds are 10/90. Against findin' em' at all." Rosco said sadly.

Jesse sadly sighed and lowered his head as a single tear fell down his cheek.

"Now, Jesse. I promised Luke that I'd do th' best I can, an' I'm a'gonna do that, but I can't promise anything." Rosco said.

"Thanks, Rosco." Jesse said, before he turned and went back in to the farmhouse.

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Bo opened his eyes and looked around the place.

It was a small, dank, dark closet that he was locked in.

Outside the closet, many voices were arguing or shouting out differing prices for Bo.

So far, the price had risen to $1,000,000, with no end in sight.

Bo sat back against the wall and thought about his predicament.

Thing was, he didn't even know where he was because the man had given him a whiff of a chloroform rag before they had pulled up to a big, old warehouse, somewhere on the Chickasaw/ Hazzard County border.

Several tears fell down Bo's cheeks as he thought about Luke. He shuddered each time he heard Luke's body impact the wall

Was Luke even alive after smacking the wall so hard? Was Uncle Jesse even home or out looking for him? Bo hoped so, but he wished that he had some proof.

Bo gulped when he heard the sound of feet walking towards the door. The door opened and a dim light flooded in to the room.

Kyle leaned over and picked Bo up by the collar of his shirt and dragged him out of the closet and in to the room.

"Well here ya go Carmen, he's all yours." Kyle said, dropping Bo and the feet of a young man who looked to be about Luke's age!

The boy, who was in a buisness suit, and who had several bodyguards behind him, knelt down and looked Bo over.

"Scrawny fer his age, but I think we can fix that." The boy said.

He signaled to one of his men to take Bo out to the black limo that was parked out back, while he reached into his pocket and handed Kyle the check that would pay for Bo.

Once Bo and the boy where in the car, the car pulled away from the warehouse and made it's way down the street.

Bo looked at the boy, who was reaching in to his pocket for something. What that something was, was a pocketknife, which the boy flicked open.

When Bo saw the blade, he flinched and shied away from it, but the boy softened his face and his voice.

"It's ok Bo, I'm not going to hurt you." The boy said kindly.

"Who are you?" Bo asked. He didn't know why, but he felt that he could trust this boy.

"My name is Andrew Munro. My dad's an undercover cop with the L.A. police department. He and I have been working to try and bring down the slave ring operating here in Hazzard." Andrew said.

Bo remained tense as Andrew cut him loose, but he relaxed a little as Andrew put the knife back into his pocket.

"How do I know that yer tellin' me th' truth?" Bo asked.

Andrew took out his wallet and showed Bo his badge from the police department.

"Didn't think they hired kids at a young age!" Bo said, a little light heartedly.

"They usually don't, but my dad called in a favor to his boss to get me in." Andrew said.

Bo gave a small smile as he flexed his wrists. The rope marks were still quite visable on his skin.

"When can I go home?" Bo asked.

"Not for awhile. Kyle and Troy will be watchin' your family for awhile, just to make sure that you don't come back, so just wait for a few weeks, then me and my dad will take you back home." Andrew said.

"A few weeks!" Bo asked.

"It's the best we can do. If we try to take you back now, our cover could be blown!" Andrew said.

"Can...can I at least let em' know I'm ok?" Bo asked.

"I'll talk with my dad, see what we can do." Andrew promised.

Bo gave a small smile and nodded his head as the limo continued to drive down the road.