A/N Wow, I made it! I had a very boring weekend, so what do you do when you are bored? Yep, write! I haven't checked it after writing, so there can be some spellingmistakes in it... Ah well, too bad, I just wanted to post it this evening, especially since this is an exciting chapter, if I may say so myself... Anyways: Enjoy!

3.

Friends an' neighbors, weren't y'all waitin for this moment? It was clearer than Hazzard pond that somethin' like this would happen. Now we's hafta wait an' see how they get out of this one. But the answer ta that question is even murkier than Hazzard swamp…

The two heads raised from the bushes, their arms coming up with them, as Harry trained his silver handgun on them.

"Well, well, what have we got here?" He drawled out in a slick voice, the slight rasp in it making him sound like an angered wolf.

"Ehh, well see," Luke began, only to be cut of by the hand forcefully grabbing his arm, and pulling him out of his hiding place.

"Git out!"

"Easy, we're comin already," Bo peacefully added, seeing how his cousin was trying to formulate a plan while they were being led towards the van, and Benny.

Hiding their faces was useless, as Benny's eyes widened and he slowly lifted his finger to point at the two newcomers.

"Tha- that's th-the fella's that g-g-got me a-arrested father!" he stuttered, the excitement getting the best of him.

"Silence, son," Harry rasped, "Now, would you boys mind tellin' me what you are doing here, watchin' us from those bushes?"

Shaking his head, Luke tried to think on his feet, but deep down, knew they were busted.

"We was just birdspottin' sir. Blacktails are nestin this time a year, so-"

The fist landed against his jaw, sending him tumbling backwards, while Bo jumped forward, only to be held back by one of the goons.

"I don't like bein lied to boy, so either you tell me what you two hicks are doin here, or your blonde friend here eats a bullet," Harry threatened, pointing his personalized handgun at Bo's head.

Shaking off the dizziness which followed after the blow, Luke slowly dusted off his jeans while standing up to face the criminal pointing a gun at his youngest cousin.

Standing close enough to the man to see the thin scar running along his jaw, Luke's cold blue eyes pierced the other man's grey ones. And in a low voice he said, "I told ya, we was just takin pictures of the landscape, and then we stumbled upon yur little operation here."

Bo's eyes widened at Luke's ability to sound so sincere, even when he was still lying through his teeth. But still… He knew Luke would make things alright, and fear was far from his mind right now, even as the gun was still trained on him. Harry's mind and eyes were elsewhere.

"So ya make some pretty pictures of me an' my boy over here?" he asked in a sweet tone, not at all sounding like he meant it, "I heard you were the ones who got him arrested. So I think we can catch two birds, or should I say blacktails, with one stone here fella's," the laugh escaping his mouth was one neither Bo nor Luke would ever want to hear again. It sounded cold and heartless, with not an ounce of goodness in it. It sounded evil…

With one swift movement Harry backhanded Bo with the pistol, almost making him fall sideways, if the goon hadn't been holding him so tightly.

Bo however, soon stood ramrod straight again, letting the small trickle of blood fall from his lip as he looked Harry in the eye.

"Yur not gettin' away with this Black, we's gonna make sure of that," he said, sounding more courageous than he actually felt at the time.

The twinkle in Harry's eye however, did not fade. Instead, the gleam seemed to get more intense.

"Is that a challenge, boy?" he asked, glaring directly into Bo's baby-blue eyes, sensing the fear he was feeling deep inside.

Bo could only swallow.

In the meantime, Benny had walked over to the bushes, found the camera and was casually strolling back to the figures next to the van.

"L-look what I found dad! I-it's their camera!"

A smug smile came over Harry's face as he silently ordered his son to throw it in the air. Not a second later two loud bangs crackled through the air, sending pieces of camera flying around.

As Luke's eyes followed all of this, he did his best not to smile. This man, one of the biggest crime bosses of the country was dumb enough not to look for a film? This was going to be easy…

Catching Bo's eyes, he knew his cousin was thinking the same. Now they could scheme a way out of this.

And while Harry and Benny were laughing about the broken camera, the two Dukes conveyed a silent message, with Bo knowing exactly what role to play.

Waiting for the moment Harry turned his attention back to them, Bo suddenly bent over, moaning as if in severe pain.

Luke immediately started yelling, "My cousin! Somethin's wrong with my cousin!"

Chaos ensued… And Roscoe and Enos made sure there was more, cause at the same time the Dukes sprung in action, the two lawmen had managed to start their cars and made their way out of the firing line, and probably into town to get more help.

Hitting his goon in the head, Luke knew the guy was down for the count, as he made his way to the other goon. Like a quarterback he threw his shoulders and head in the other man's stomach, throwing him off balance, causing the thug to fall down and hit his head on a rock. Out cold…

While all this was happening, Bo, who had been bowed over with pain, suddenly shot up, kicking the gun from Harry's hand, and head butting the goon holding him from behind. After that he saw stars, but he knew he had to move, fast.

Luke noticed Bo swaying after his little head to head with Harry's goon, so he took his elbow and the two of them broke out in a run. The thumping of their feet as their long legs carried them as far away from the scene as possible, was the only sound that could be heard. They were just about to disappear into the trees when a shot rang out, bursting though the air, causing one Duke to come to a swaggering stop. The other stopped not long after, horrified at what he saw when he looked back.

A beautiful, yet gruesomely red flower seemed to be blossoming from the man's shirt, growing bigger every second, staining the yellow material.

The world seemed to slow down, going in slow motion. Bo's widened eyes found Luke's, showing shock and amazement, the pain not completely registering.

His mouth moved soundlessly, and even if he had made a sound, Luke's roaring ears wouldn't have heard it.

Slowly, Bo's legs seemed to be losing their strength as he sagged on one knee. At that time, time seemed to speed up again, and Luke found his limbs to be working again, running back towards his fallen cousin.

"Bo!" came the guttural cry from the eldest Dukeboy while he reached for the youngest.

Bo had a feeling of being completely lost. One minute he was running for his life, the next minute, some force slamming into his body stopped him. For a second, there had just been adrenaline rushing through him. But a moment later, the most excruciating pain he had ever felt slammed into his torso.

All of a sudden his legs stopped supporting him, and somewhere far away he heard Luke scream something. But the ringing in his ears was too loud, too annoying. He just had to lay down…

"Bo!" Luke called out again, kneeling down next to the bleeding form of his cousin. His hands started roaming, as Luke tried to remember his basic training from the Marines and leave his emotions buried for now.

Putting pressure on the exit wound, he slowly turned the shaking man on his side, eliciting a moan of pain from him.

"Good, good. Bo? Can ya hear me cuz?" he asked, hearing the crack in his own voice.

"Luke?"

A sob fought its way to the surface, but Luke blocked it. Now was not the time, they had to get away from here. They were sitting ducks for Harry now.

"Yeah buddy, I'm here. Just keep breathing, okay? Keep breathing for me…"

Bo slowly nodded, he didn't know if he could, but for Luke, he would try.

Taking of his own shirt, Luke tied it around Bo's body, hoping to stop the blood flow for now, as they made their way into the forest. They could hide there for now.

"Bo? Ya think ya could stand if I help ya?" he asked, knowing time was running out.

Bo didn't acknowledge Luke, but he tried to sit up, moaning loudly as he felt the fire raging inside of him.

Luke put one hand underneath Bo's shoulder, supporting him, the only way he knew how. And soon the two Dukes were standing, one half carrying the other.

"Alright," Luke coached, "Now just walk Bo, that's it cuz, just keep walkin…"

And so very slowly, the two Dukes made their way into the forest, hoping to outrun Harry, and praying they would find help.

Bo, slouched against Luke, could only concentrate on every next step, while Luke kept glancing back, every time expecting to hear another shot or see the dark suit of the criminal who had just shot his cousin.

His mind was working on overtime, as silence fell between them, only Bo's shallow gasps for breath invading that silence.

"L-luke… I… Sorry…"

At the uttered words, Luke looked up from his thoughts into the frightened eyes of Bo.

"Sorry? I don't understand Bo, it's not yur fault. If I wasn't…" he stopped when he saw Bo shaking his head.

"Not what I meant…" he gasped, stopping for a minute, leaning heavily on Luke. Pain-filled eyes rested on guilty blue ones.

"Sorry for tryin' ta catch that Harry guy," he coughed, as he gave his cousin a slight grin.

Luke didn't know if he was going to laugh or cry. He knew it was his fault He had talked Bo into this, he had made the plans. He…

"Luke, not yur fault. Harry…" Bo muttered, scowling at the pain he was feeling and the person behind it.

Sighing a little, Luke knew Bo was right.

"Yur right Bo. An' he's gonna pay for it. Now… How ya feelin? Wanna rest for a minute?" he asked. Seeing the pale look on Bo's normally tanned face was scaring him.

Bo nodded absentmindedly, and the two slowly sat down against a tree, careful not to make too much noise.

Looking down at his midriff, Bo winced at the blood.

"Daisy gonna be mad at all that blood cuz…" he said, hoping to lighten the mood a bit, despite the pain dulling his senses.

"Yeah, well, I think she'll be happy enough we both git back alive ta forgive ya… Now, how ya really feelin Bo?"

"R'member when Billy Crane convinced me I could fly of the barn with chicken feathers taped to my back?"

"Ya broke both yur legs an' yur arm that summer an' I had ta wheel ya around the farm ta keep ya entertained," Luke chuckled, despite the situation, "Yeah I remember."

"Well, now I feel even worse…" Bo groaned.

Luke sobered up immediately, his hands finding the makeshift bandage he had bound around Bo's midriff.

"Yur lucky the bullet went right through," he murmured, hypnotized by the amount of blood staining both their shirts right now. "Ya havin' trouble breathin?"

Bo breathed in and out, and slowly shook his head, "No, just this burning feelin, like a bullet went through my body…"

This time, joking around wasn't working on lessening the tension, and Luke softly pressed on some spots on Bo's torso.

"Yur darn lucky cuz, from the looks of it, nothin' vital is hit, but I ain't sure, so if ya feel worse, or the pain is getting worse, ya have to tell me, okay?"

Bo was amazed, he never knew Luke knew so much about medical things.

Seeing the look in Bo's eyes, Luke started to explain.

"Ya see lots of things like this in 'Nam. I've seen worse…" he trailed off, for a moment reliving the deaths of some of his comrades.

Swallowing loudly, Bo got Luke back to the real world.

"Cuz, I feel a little better, maybe we should keep on walkin', cause personally I want ta git as far away from that Harry guy as possible."

"Okay," Luke answered, his mind already forming a plan, "We'll go to the old Indian cave east of here, we stay low for a couple of hours, he'll never find us, by then hopefully we'll be able ta git ya to the Judson house before dark…" looking at the pale form of his cousin, he hoped he could hold on that long.

Getting up again, the two Dukes started walking, hearing some gunshots in the distance, they doubled their pace. Harry was still following them…

Ooh boy, when them Dukes look for trouble, they really find trouble, don't they? Let's hope them extra holes Bo didn't want, are the only ones bein made taday… Y'all don't go to the fridge now, ya hear?