Another snowy day here, about 12 inches fell today, plus the blowing and drifting, but at least we didn't get the ice like some parts of the States did. I am so ready for Summer. Anyway, chapter 2 is up. Hope you like it.

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Chapter 2

Riding down the dirt road, Jonathan checked to see how fast he was going when he saw the posted speed limit sign. He smiled when he saw that he was doing exactly fifty-five in a fifty-five mile an hour zone. However, just before he past the sign it mysteriously switched to fifteen miles per hour. As soon as he drove by, the distinctive sound of a police siren could be heard coming up from behind him.

Sheriff Rosco P. Coltrane crowed at seeing that particular truck going through his speed trap, knowing that was the truck that Bo Duke was driving and that his little fat buddy wanted him to arrest Bo on any kind of charge that he could think of. Rosco was surprised though when instead of speeding up, the truck actually slowed down and pulled over. He had to slam on his brakes before he ran his patrol car into the back of the truck, missing it by mere inches.

Jonathan stopped the truck and blinked in complete confusion, wondering how that sign had suddenly changed from fifty-five to fifteen. He looked in the rearview mirror and watched as the local sheriff strutted up to his truck, chuckling as he came. "Problem officer?" Jonathan asked as he leaned out his window.

"Kew, kew, kew. I got ya now, Bo Duke," Rosco answered with a wide grin on his face.

Jonathan did a quick double take at what the man said. "Uh, sorry sir, but my name is Jonathan Kent not Bo Duke."

"Ohh, don't give me that line, Bo Duke. I know it's you and you're under arrest."

Jonathan swallowed hard. "Under arrest? For what?"

"I got ya for drivin' forty miles over the posted speed limit for starters."

"But the sign said fifty-five not fifteen," Jonathan argued. "It switched somehow!"

"Hush now, I'm not done," the lawman ordered then started giggling again. "Second, I got ya for grand theft auto and drivin' said stolen vehicle. That's a naughty, naughty."

"This truck isn't stolen," Jonathan protested. "It's my dad's truck. I'm driving it down to Atlanta to pick up a tractor part."

"Oooh, I got ya on another charge then," the lawman crowed. "Breakin' your probation by leavin' the county without permission."

"Probation?" Jonathan shouted. "Sheriff, I am not this Bo Duke you claim me to be. See?" Jonathan pulled out his license from his wallet and showed it to the lawman.

Rosco took it, looked at the valid driver's license, and smiled again. "Now ya really gone and done it," Rosco chuckled as he pointed his pen at the young man. "I got ya for usin' a fake license."

"That is not a fake license. That is a valid Kansas driver's license."

"Oh yeah? Since when have ya been livin' in Kansas?" Rosco countered.

"I've lived there all my life, Sheriff."

"Kew, kew. Shame, shame everybody knows your name, Bo Duke, and you're not gonna get away with it," Rosco said as he stepped back from the truck. "Now get out of there sos that I can cuff ya and stuff ya."

"I don't believe this," Jonathan muttered as he climbed out of the truck. He patiently stood there as the sheriff cuffed his hands in front of him. "Do I at least get my one phone call when we get back to the station?"

"Hush Bo," Rosco ordered. "With the charges I got against ya, ya won't be getting out anytime soon. I really got ya all right and the Boss is gonna be so proud of me. Now all I gotta do is have Enos tow your truck ta the impound." The sheriff continued to chuckle with glee as he pushed Jonathan into the back seat of his patrol car. "Kew, kew, I love, I love it. Police work is my life."

Jonathan was about to argue the point that he wasn't this Bo person but instead shook his head as he sat in the back of the patrol car trying to figure out what was going on while glumly watching the scenery go by. Fifteen minutes later, the sheriff's car pulled up in front of the courthouse and with Rosco's help, Jonathan got out of the back seat. He stood there looking around at the small town wondering how he managed to get himself into this mess.

Down the street, Hazzard's mechanical genius, Cooter Davenport, stood up from the car he was working on in time to see Rosco leading the other man inside. He chuckled at the thought of one of the Duke boys being in trouble again. Ole Cooter then ran himself over to the courthouse to find out what was going on, but instead of going inside to get his answers, he headed over to the window to sneak a peek into the jail cells. Kneeling down and looking through the small widow, he watched as Rosco shut the cell door and headed back upstairs while the blonde haired man began to pace. "Bo, hey Bo!" he quietly called out to his friend as soon as Rosco went back upstairs.

Jonathan turned around and looked at the greasy man that was peering in through the window. "You talking to me?"

"What'd Rosco get ya for this time, Bo?" Cooter grinned. "Uncle Jesse's gonna skin ya for getting in trouble again."

Jonathan shook his head and headed over to the window. "Listen, I don't exactly know what's going on around here, but I am not this Bo character that you think I am. My name is Jonathan Kent!"

Cooter cocked his head to the side as he listened to the man talking to him. Taking a closer look, he could see the subtle differences between this man and his friend. "Damn, ya look just like Bo," he said in awe. "Ya even sound like him expect y'all got an accent," he grinned back.

"I got an accent?" Jonathan questioned back, starting to feel very annoyed with this man. "Listen, I don't suppose you could somehow explain to the sheriff that I'm not this Bo Duke, could you? I really need to get going."

"Sorry Buddyroe, but I'm afraid that you're gonna be in there for a little while, unless…" Cooter broke off as he got a far away look in his eyes.

"Unless what?"

"I could always break ya out," Cooter grinned with excitement as he stood and started running.

"You can't break me out. I'll only get into worse trouble!" Jonathan shouted but to no avail. "I cannot believe this." He slowly sat back down on the cot and leaned his elbows onto his knees. He was lost in thought when he heard the metallic clang on the bars of the window. He stood up just before the bars pop away from the cement window frame, which soon allowed the face of the grinning mechanic to poke back through.

"Come on and give me your hand," Cooter yelled out.

"I can't just escape," Jonathan protested again but was only grabbed by the shirt collar and pulled up through the window. Just as he made it all the way through, he heard a shout coming from inside the building.

"Freeeeze, Bo Duke!" Rosco yelled out, seeing a pair of long legs trying to get a foothold against the wall before disappearing through the window.

Before Jonathan could do or say anything else, Cooter maneuvered him towards his truck and pushed him inside. "Hang on. This might get a bit bumpy," Cooter shouted as he slammed the truck in gear and took off down the road away from the courthouse.

"Are you crazy?" Jonathan hollered as he tried to right himself on the seat.

"They don't call me Crazy Cooter Davenport for nothin'," the mechanic laughed then with a loud "Yahoo!" he turned the corner, practically on two wheels, causing Jonathan to hold on for dear life.

"Just…just stop the truck," Jonathan begged as he was thrown against the door when Cooter took another turn.

"Nah, can't do that, Jon," Cooter said as he shook his head. "Besides, Sheriff Rosco wasn't about ta let ya go anyway."

"He wasn't?"

"Nope. See he thinks that you're Bo Duke and he's always tryin' his darndest ta arrest him and his cousin Luke."

"Why? What did they do?"

Usually nothing, but that don't stop Rosco none. Ya see him and Boss Hogg, he's Hazzard's County Commissioner, they're always tryin' ta think of ways of puttin' 'em behind bars because the boys always end up ruinin' one of Boss' schemes, which usually causes him ta loose a lot of money, which in turn makes him madder than a wet hornet."

"I see…I think," Jonathan replied, still trying to get his brain wrapped around what Cooter just said.

"And with ya bein' a dead ringer for Bo, well let's just say that an eight by ten cell would've been your new home for quite some time. So tell me, what did Rosco charge ya with?"

Jonathan closed his eyes as he tried to remember what the sheriff told him. "First he says he clocked me doing fifty-five in a fifteen mile an hour zone."

"Ahh, speed trap number three," Cooter nodded in understanding. "Go on."

"Then he told me that I was driving a stolen vehicle, which is actually my Dad's truck, breaking probation, and using a fake driver's license, which is actually mine."

"Whoo-wee does he have it out against Bo this time."

"Bo? It was me that he arrested."

"Only because ya look and sound just like Bo, well accept for that accent."

"But what am I going to do? He has my truck and my license, and I need to get to Atlanta to pick up a part for my Dad's tractor." Jonathan suddenly groaned out and leaned heavily against the seat.

"What? What's the matter?" Cooter asked becoming scared at the other man's reaction. "Ya sick or somethin'?"

"No, but I might be dead when my Dad finds out what happened and how much trouble I'm in."

"Shoot boy, this ain't trouble," Cooter chuckled back. "Trouble's when your still blows or your racin' engine decides ta die two hundred feet from the finish line."

"Well I'm sorry that I don't know much about stills and racing but I do know my Dad and he's not going to be happy about any of this, especially me losing his truck."

"Now don't ya fret none. I know some people that will be more than willin' ta help ya and they'll most likely have a lot of questions for ya too."

Jonathan turned to look at Cooter's crooked smile and sighed, wondering if his day could get any worse.