1Spap here once again with another chapter! Thank you for all the reviews, they make Spap not die. Spap dying is bad. Nothing really to say here, I don't own them. On with the story, ne?
"Well, I guess I won't be competing in any beauty pagents for while." Daisy said, a smile on her face. The accident wasn't as bad as it seemed. She had come out with a few scratches and a nasty bump on her head, but nothing life threatening. Knowing that their girl was awake and alert made the rest of the Dukes feel as if a great weight had been lifted from their shoulders.
"What are ya sayin', Daisy? You'd beat 'em even with that big ol' bandage on your forehead." Bo said, thumping his older cousins nose. Luke chuckled as he watched the twos playful bickering, but soon turned his attention towards the door as his uncle walked in, Daisy's release papers in his hand.
"Alright girl, tonight us men will be cooking and cleaning while you rest." He said, his smile making his features more wrinkled. Both boys gulped. They were more than happy to have their cousin back, and were willing to take her load of the chores while she recovered, but they loved her too much to put her through one of their burnt sacrifices they called cooking.
Daisy smiled as she realized what had made the boys loose their coloring all of a sudden. Jesse shook his head and patted his boys on their backs. They called for a nurse to bring a wheelchair, despite Daisy insisting she could walk. It took some time, with the hospital being its usual busy, but eventually all four Dukes were on the road and headed for home. Bo and Luke were in the General and Jesse and Daisy were in the pickup.
Enos had left a few hours after Cooter, but on much better terms. Rosco had needed him to file paperwork or clean the floor or some sort of odd job at the station that he didn't feel like doing himself. He gave Daisy his best wishes as he exited, and also promised Jesse he would check up on Cooter, see if he was alright.
When they arrived at the farm, Jesse sent Daisy to bed and started a batch of Crawdad Bisque for supper, while Bo and Luke did the laundry. He knew that was a chore they couldn't mess up, unless Bo mixed up the colors and whites again. Jesse was in the middle of stirring the Bisque when the phone rang.
"Hello?" He said as he held the phone in one hand and cooked with the other. It left him in quite an awkward stance, so he wished whoever was on the other line would state their business. Jesse had jixed himself, for on the other line was business itself; William Broncz.
"Mr. Duke? I'm sorry to hear about your daughters accident. I never knew the roads in Hazzard were that dangerous. Or that the job qualifications for mechanics was so low," He started. Jesse frowned as he heard the last part. Cooter's facial expression when he heard of the brake failure was etched in his mind. Shaking his head, he listened to the businessman's words.
"Perhaps you would like to reconsider my offer? You could use the money to buy a place in a town with better roads..and better workers?"
Jesse's eyes widened. What did this man know? Was he somehow connected to Daisy's accident? No. Jesse had watched the man leave, and he had gone straight to his limousine. Never was he near Dixie.
"Boy! You goin' deaf or are you just ignorant! No is the answer" Jesse nearly yelled, but reminded himself that Daisy was sleeping in the other room. He held the phone to his ear with his shoulder and waved Bo and Luke away as they entered the house.
"Now, Mr. Duke. The roads in Hazzard have become unsafe to drive, even your daughter is proof of that."
"Niece"
"Beg pardon?"
"As much as I love her like a daughter, that girl is my niece." Jesse placed the spoon on the counter beside the oven and walked closer to the door. His voice lowered, almost to a feral growl.
"If I find out you had anything to do with that girl's accident, there won't be a rock in Georgia you can hide under." With that, Jesse slammed the phone the phone back down, the frown still stuck on his face. Who did that man think he was? Messing with a Duke was a big mistake. Jesse looked over to the boys room, wondering whether he should clue them in. He then shook his head, remember the boy's tempers were is something was threatening the family. As much as he hated to, he went against his better decision and remained silent about it, for now.
"Alright kids! Food waiting!" Jesse shouted, smiling as he listened to the sounds of three hungry Dukes coming towards the kitchen.
Early morning drives in the General Lee always seemed to wake the Duke boys up. Well, at least one of them. Luke was behind the wheel today, with Bo nodding off in the passenger seat. Jesse had sent them on an errand to Rhuebottom's General Store.
"Say Bo, what do ya say we check up on Cooter while we're in town?" Luke said, glancing over a Bo. His younger cousin gave a nod, showing he was awake and that he agreed. The CB cracked to life and a gruff voice came over the air.
"You boys in the orange clunker named Duke?"
Bo and Luke looked at each other for a moment, then Luke gave a shrug of his shoulders. Bo picked up the CB and begun to speak.
"Um...yea...we're Dukes. I'm Bo and the one driving is my cousin, Luke. What can we do for you, sir?"
The radio was quiet for a few minutes, earning confused expressions from both boys. Bo pressed on the mike once more, asking what they wanted from them. The radio was still silent, until the sound of a car horn came from behind them.
"We want you out of Hazzard" the reply finally came. Before the Dukes realized what was going on, a grey Ford had rammed into the General's bumper.
"Hey!" Bo called into the CB, "What did we do to you!"
Luke fought to stay ahead of the car, but the driver was soon beside the General, scraping against his side. When the grey car pulled back, Luke could see the bright orange blood of the General standing out against the darker paint of the vehicle. The other car came again, this time not letting off in its attempts to get the General off the road. Luke slammed on braked to get away from the crazed driver. That did more harm than good, for the grey Ford slammed in into the General one more time. The last thing Luke Duke remembered was reaching for his baby cousin as the General flipped over.
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