Hey men and women though I think most of you are women, sorry for the long wait. I spent forever just trying to figure out what to do with this, and then suddenly last week I was like, ooooo, I got me an idea. So here ya have it folks, enjoy.

Also I would like to dedicate this whole dang story to my dearest mother, who always is willing to take time out of her day to proofread these stories for me. She is supportive of me and hopes maybe someday I can get a career in writing. :) Love ya, momma, though you ain't reading this on here. So if you spot any errors, we'll just have to blame good old Mom, lol.

Uh, I had some trouble with separating scenes and stuff, this thing is not letting format diddley squat. But ya'll have waited long enough, so you're just gonna have to figure it out on your own.

Chapter 6

Bo trudged slowly down the road, midnight blue eyes sporting tears. How could he have been dumb enough to leave Luke without at least making sure he could get to the CB? He mentally kicked himself over and over, praying Luke got to the CB and someone would find his older cousin soon.

For now, all Bo could do is focus his attention toward his uncle and other cousin, and Jude too.

"Dang, Bo," the blonde muttered to himself. "We're really 'tween a rock an' a hard place, ain't we?"

Not yet Bo, not yet. Cause here comes that van that done run ya off the road.

Bo whirled around at the sound of the approaching vehicle. His eyes widened as he recognized the van. He wanted to jump out of the way, but it felt as if his feet were frozen in place. A split second later, the van made contact with his body, sending him flying.

Now we's 'tween a rock an' a hard place.

Luke was on the verge of losing consciousness when a car pulled to a stop next to him. He heard swift-moving footsteps, and then a voice. He hadn't made it to the CB as he promised. His mind had clouded over before he could realize he needed to do that.

"Luke!" Cooter's voice boomed. "Buddy-roe! Come on Luke, what happened?"

"We wrecked," Luke slurred. "I made Bo go on ahead. He don't like that."

Cooter nodded. "Come on Luke, let's git you somwheres else." The mechanic pulled his friend to his feet and drug him to the truck. I'll tow the General in later."

Luke didn't even answer. He just allowed himself to be helped into Cooter's truck.

Meanwhile, ol' Jesse and Rosco are settin' waiting fer the boys ta show up.

"So…what's the plan, anyhow?" Rosco asked Jesse.

"I'm gonna wait fer the boys ta show up an' then we's goin' in, an' they'll start a fight with them, with Jude. Then you capture him, but if ya wouldn't mind, let Jude make the arrest."

"Well Jesse, ya know if I do that, I'll hafta avoid the Boss like the plague fer awhile. He's not gonna like that much, uh…"

"Well, we just won't tell JD you was involved," Jesse suggested. "We could just, uh, pretend ya weren't with us."

Eventually, Jesse got Rosco to agree. They waited awhile longer before realizing something must be wrong with the boys. He pulled the CB out of its holster.

"Shepard ta Lost Sheep, Shepard ta Lost Sheep, come on boys, come back!" he hollered. He repeated the ritual several times and gave up when there was no answer. "Dang it! Where are them boys at?"

Meanwhile, in the backseat, Patch was slowly beginning to stir. He pulled his heavy eyelids open. Looking around, he found an umbrella lying on the floor. Careful not to be noticed, he picked it up, sat up, and brought it down upon Jesse's head, rendering him unconscious.

Well shoot, now it seems Daisy is the only Duke left ta help Jude. I sure hope the boys an' Jesse are all right. Why don't we check in on poor ol' Bo?

Bo winced as he came to, feeling a sharp pain in his chest. No doubt he had a broken rib or two; but the blonde wasn't about to let that slow him down. He slowly hoisted himself to his feet, albeit he was wobbly. He took a few steps before his shaky feet tripped on each other and he fell sprawling to the ground. More pain shot through his torso, and Bo whimpered.

"Come on Bo, ya can't stop now," he told himself. "Gotta keep goin', come on. Luke'll kick yer hind end if somethin' happens ta Uncle Jesse or Daisy."

Once again he climbed to his feet and began to plod down the road. Each step became more and more painful as did every inhale.

Despite the discomfort, Bo made it to Utchee Swamp. Then he came to Snake's shack. The thing that perplexed him was that the car Jesse and Rosco should have been in was nowhere to be found. Painfully, he made it to the shack window and peered in. Daisy and Jude sat in the chairs he and Luke had earlier. No Jesse or Rosco anywhere. Now thoroughly confused, Bo discreetly yet still painstakingly trudged to the other side of the shack. More hurt surged through him as he noticed his uncle's still form sprawled out on the dirt.

Bo collapsed next to Jesse, breathing heavily and lightly slapping the older man's cheek. "Uncle Jesse," he said softly, his voice thick. "Come on Uncle Jesse, please! Wake up, come on now!"

The youngest Duke commenced to sobbing quietly right there. "Uncle Jesse, we gotta git outta here."

Things ain't lookin' too good, huh?

Finally, Jesse stirred. "Bo…" he groaned. His eyes flickered; then they opened. "Bo. You don't look so good."

Bo tried to laugh, but it came out as more of a cry-out of pain. "Nah, Uncle Jesse, I's just worried 'bout you."

Jesse chuckled as he slowly sat up. "No, I can tell somethin's happened ta you too. Are ya hurt real bad?"

Bo couldn't help it anymore. He nodded, knowing his uncle might help him feel better somehow. "I's hit by some van. It hit me right square in the chest. I went flyin' an' it hurt." He was full out bawling by this pint, as Jesse cradled him in his arms.

"Where's Luke?" Jesse wondered.

"The very same van made us crash an' Luke was hurt but he made me keep goin' so I don't know where he is!"

Jesse sat there for a moment trying to soak in all the newly acquired information. Finally he realized how close they were sitting to danger, and he ushered his youngest nephew to the nearby woods.

"Uncle Jesse," Bo breathed out once they were settled. "Uncle Jesse, I'm sorry. I'm real sorry!"

"Bo, ya got nuthin' ta be sorry fer. None o' this was yer doin'. Luke's gonna be okay. Cooter or someone'll find 'im right quick. In the meantime, we gotta git Daisy an' Jude outta there quick like. It ain't gonna be easy, cause neither one o' us are in tip top shape."

Bo just nodded. "An' they's gonna find out I ain't been bit by no snake."

Jesse shrugged. "Oh well. They's gonna find out eventually. We'll hafta think up a new plan."

Over an hour had passed since Cooter turned Luke over to an orderly who wheeled the oldest Duke boy into the ER. The mechanic had held watch in the sturdy yet uncomfortable plastic chairs the whole time. Twiddling his hat nervously in his hands, a worried scowl was becoming etched in the features of Cooter's face. Finally, a doctor emerged from behind the double doors that seemed to hold such mystery for anyone on Cooter's side of it.

"Is there someone here for Lucas Duke?" the white-coated man asked. His eyes scanned the entire area for some person…

"That'd be me," Cooter answered softly. He stood up to be at the doctor's eye level. "Name's Cooter Davenport."

"So you ain't family?" the doctor inquired hesitantly.

"No, I ain't," Cooter answered. "But I known Luke forever so I might as well be. An' none o' his actual family can be here right now. I'm the only one right now."

"Well I understand that, but I have ta go by hospital policy right now." The doctor told him. "I can't give ya any information. You're simply not family, an' that's that."

Some sort of fuse blew in Cooter. His face transformed into a deep shade of maroon. "I already done told ya, no one in Luke's family can be here! So if ya ain't gonna tell me nuthin' or lemme back there, Luke ain't gonna have no one at all! Why can't ya tell close friends about things? We care too, ya know. Just cause I ain't his blood kin don't mean I ain't family. I known 'im since he was just a baby! I got a few years on him, but we's been best friends fer along time! So you gonna tell me anything or not?"

For a moment, nobody moved. Cooter stood there, breathing as if he'd just run a marathon. His speech turned a few heads of other people in the waiting room. Even the receptionist was feeding Cooter a blank stare. The poor doctor stood there, speechless.

After a minute had passed, one lone man began applauding Cooter. That was the only noise in the room for another moment.

Well, go ahead Cooter; tell it like it is. An' how much do ya'll wanna wager that clappin' man is someone's good friend?

"Where are you takin' us?" Rosco questioned Patch.

Patch slowly turned his head toward Rosco, eyeing him carefully. "What you mean 'us'? There ain't but just you here."

"No, don't forget my dog Flash," Rosco reminded him. "She's sneakin' a snooze in the backseat."

"Well, then I guess I'll hafta finish it off too, won't I?" said Patch.

"Flash ain't an 'it,'" Rosco sputtered. "She's a girl." He reached in the backseat and pulled open the door and yelled, "Run Flash, darlin', save yerself! Don't worry 'bout Daddy, just git outta here!"

Patch however, would not allow such an event to occur. He yanked on Rosco's arm until the door had closed. In return he received a meaningful glare from the Hazzard County sheriff.

"Well, sheesh," Rosco commented. "Ya could at least be a nice kidnapper."

Yeah, Rosco. What are the chances of that? About like ol' Enos winnin' a Pulitzer, that's what. Ya'll stick around, ya here?

Yeah that was an interesting chapter to write. I hope it was good. I made a sad attempt to include some humor at the end with Rosco, just because I know that's how it would've happened in a real episode. And that thing with Bo getting run over, that was very nearly a true story with me. High school parking lots a very "hazzardous" place to be. :) Also, that scene with Cooter was incredibly fun to write, although I'm not sure why. It just seemed to fit with the mood of the rest of the story. Now submit a review please, I thrive on those.