Around 11 pm they loaded Luke's truck and Jesse's old runner, he called Sweet Tilly up with the last of moonshine they had orders for.
"If you get into any trouble, take care of it." Jesse handed Bo several sticks of dynamite. "I would rather deal with an unhappy customer than you two sitting in a federal pen."
"Yes, sir." Jesse left first, then several minutes later Bo and Luke left for Tennessee. They dropped off their first three deliveries with no problem, until they got further into Tennessee.
"Get on it, Bo!" Luke yelled from the passenger's side of the truck.
"Got it floored, Lukas." The car that was chasing them was slowly catching up to them. Both Bo and Luke were surprised when they heard gun fire.
"They're shooting at us!"
"They never done that before, Luke." The last shot hit the back tire. Bo lost control of the truck and went down an embankment. When they stopped at the bottom, Bo grabbed the small bag that was next to them and they both got out of the truck and ran. They didn't get very far when Luke tripped and hurt his ankle.
"They catch us, we're sunk." Bo told Luke as they hid behind some brush. Luke sat down as Bo opened the bag.
"There it is!" Agent Lee yelled to Agent Smith. They made their way down to the truck. Bo knew if they found the whiskey in the back, there would be no way of getting out of being arrested.
"Sorry about this Luke." Bo took out the dynamite from the bag.
"Aww Bo. My truck."
"Got no choice. Don't really want to spend the next 2 years in Federal prison." Bo held the dynamite and yelled at the agents.
"Best get out of the way. There's fixin' to be one hell of an explosion." Bo lite the fuse and threw it. The agents ran for cover then the truck exploded. Since there was no evidence of Bo and Luke running 'shine they had no case. One of the agents approached Bo with his handcuffs out.
"You're under arrest."
"For what?"
"Fleeing an officer."
"What officer? Didn't see no lights. Thought you was trying to kill us, drivin' the way you were."
"Come on Lee. We have no case." The other officer grabbed Lee's wrist and led him away.
"You got away this time, Duke. It won't happen again." When they left, Bo helped Luke to his feet.
"Aahh!" Luke screamed as pain went up his leg. "I think it's broke."
"Get on my back." When Luke just starred at him, Bo repeated. "Get on my back. I carried Tom on my back for over an hour back in 'Nam. You're smaller than he was. Get on."
"Alright." Luke got onto Bo's back and he started to walk.
"Dang, Bo. That was close."
"Too close. I think I'm losin' my touch."
"Nah, we're just givin' them too much practice." They walked for about a half an hour.
"Where are we?" Bo looked around and didn't recognize the area.
"I'm not sure. We may not even be in Georgia yet."
Bo stopped walking and replied, "Luke, I have to rest a bit. I guess I'm out of practice carring someone on my back." Luke slid off of Bo's back and found a log to sit on. Bo sat down next to him and looked inside of his bag.
"Here, Luke." Bo handed him a mason jar.
"Really?"
"It's water, Luke." Luke took the jar. Bo opened another jar that was full of water and drank it.
"How's your ankle doing?"
"Still hurts." Bo got up and knelt infront of him. "Let's get your boot off."
"I got it, Bo." Luke removed his boot and sock. As soon as Bo touched Luke's ankle, he hissed in pain.
"Sorry, Luke." Bo looked at his ankle and took a bandana out of his back pocket. "I think it's broken." Bo wrapped Luke's ankle and put his sock and boot back on.
"You ready?" Before Luke could answer him, they heard a car approach. Bo stood up, turned around and saw a familar vehicle slowing down. The car stoppped next to them and Bo leaned over to look inside.
"Hey boys, need a ride?
"Hey, pa."
"Got a call about two young men walking home to Georgia from Tennessee."
"From who?"
"Never said but I think it was Agent Smith." Bo looked at Luke then opened the door for him.
"You okay, Lukas?"
"Broke my ankle."
"Best get you to Doc's."
"How much did you lose?"
"Only one order." Bo replied to Jesse.
"What happened?"
"Started shooting. Shot the tire out, lost control. Had no chose but to get rid of the evidence." Jesse nodded and they drove the rest of the way to Doc's in silence. Doc fixed up Luke's ankle and they headed home.
Two months later the Duke family got the permits to produce and sell their whiskey legal. They built the distillery on their property and all the family members helped run the business. To keep the sheriff and his men from getting bored, Luke and Bo would play a little cat and mouse with them at least once a week.