CONTINUING ON IN 1982. FOR SOME REASON I DON'T FEEL THE NEED TO LIST THEIR AGES THIS TIME. I DON'T OWN THE DUKES. I WANT TO! SOME DAY I'LL BUY MYSELF A 1969 DODGE CHARGER, PAINT IT UP, WELD THE DOORS SHUT, AND HAVE ME A HELL OF A JOY RIDE. BUT FOR NOW, I'LL JUST WRITE FAN FICTION.

Bo laid on his back inside the General Lee waiting for Cooter. He knew he'd have to tell Luke that he wrecked their beloved car sooner or later, but now was not the time: he was in too much pain and blood was starting to drip from his head. Bo decided to check himself over to see just where he was hurt. He felt his whole body, finding blood coming from his forehead and he was getting quite dizzy. For what ever reason, God was deciding to spare him from having an asthma attack at this time, which Bo was very thankful for. After when felt like an eternity, Cooter pulled up to the wreck, looking inside.

"You ok in there, Bo?" He asked.

"I think so." Bo was visibly shaking.

"I'll get you out, buddy, it's ok." Cooter could hear the fear in the younger man's voice. Cooter grabbed Bo under the arms and pulled him out of the wreck.

"Where are you hurt, other than the obvious?" Cooter held a towel to Bo's bleeding forehead.

"My stomach is killing me. Luke already took me to docs because I have some torn muscles in there from Maudine the other day."

"Deep breaths, I don't want you to pass out on me." Cooter requested when he heard Bo's breathing begin to get choppy.

"How's the General?" Bo needed to know.

"I think I can beat the dents out." Cooter looked at the vehicle.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, pretty sure." Cooter removed the towel from Bo's head, as the bleeding had stopped. Cooter grew concerned when Bo didn't stop shaking.

"Whats wrong, buddy?" Cooter asked.

"Luke's gonna be mad at me." Bo trembled in his older friends arms.

"You are shook up something awful, ain't you?" Cooter held Bo a little closer.

"Hows the General Lee?" Bo asked again.

"You ain't bleeding no more. Lets get you in the truck and then I'll see to the General." Cooter helped Bo into the truck and began to rescue the General Lee. Bo had a small asthma attack in the truck while Cooter was loading up the General Lee, but he handled it quickly with just one use of the dreaded inhaler.

"Ok, here we go." Cooter climbed into the truck.

"How long will it take to fix the General, Cooter?" Bo pleaded.

"Just about two days." Cooter replied.

"Luke is gonna skin me alive! Then he'll tar and feather me and hang my dead body out to dry!" Bo said.

"He ain't gonna kill you, he might hurt you a little, but he ain't gonna kill you." Cooter patted Bo's back. "Are you sure you don't need a doctor?" Cooter asked.

"Yeah, I'm ok now, but when Luke's through with me I'll be six feet under." Bo sighed.

"I doubt it." Cooter smiled at Bo, who needed the reassurance.

Meanwhile, Luke and Daisy had been home for an hour and a half, and Bo still wasn't home.

"I hope he's alright." Luke paced the kitchen.

"Lets call Rosco, maybe he caught him." Daisy suggested.

"I doubt that he caught him." Luke picked up the CB receiver.

"Rosco, this is Luke Duke calling the sheriff, come back."

"What do you want?"

"Did you ever catch Bo?"

"No, he took off jumping in that clunker car so, I just gave up and went back into town for a snack."

"Ok, well if you see him let us know."

"I'm gone." Rosco threw the receiver down. "Them Dukes have got nerve, Flash, interrupting me on my snack break!"

At the farm house, the three remaining Dukes were getting concerned, that is until Cooter pulled up with Bo in his truck. Bo was sound asleep so, Cooter got out to talk with Luke.

"Where has he been, is he ok?" Luke asked.

"He's alright Luke." Cooter put his hand on Luke's shoulder.

"Oh, good." Luke was relieved.

"But, he does have something to tell you." Cooter hesitated.

"What?" Luke asked.

"Um, he jumped the General to shake Rosco, and when he landed the jolt sent a pain through his stomach injury and well, he uh, rolled the General Lee." Cooter looked at the ground.

"Is he hurt?" Luke looked over at Bo.

"Just a cut on his forehead." Cooter replied.

"And the General?" Luke asked.

"He'll be just fine, Luke. I'm gonna beat the dents out. It wasn't that bad of a wreck." Cooter reassured. "Bo is nervous that you're gonna be upset with him, though."

"I ain't upset with him, he was in pain, he couldn't help it." Luke stared at his sleeping cousin, tears forming in his eyes.

"He's just fine, Luke. He ain't hurt." Cooter read Luke's mind.

"He's had a really hard time these past few days." Luke wiped his eyes.

"He'll be ok." Cooter comforted Luke.

"I'll go get him." Luke headed off towards the truck, opening the door.

"Hey, Bo." Luke said when Bo's eyes opened.

"Uh, Luke, I uh," Bo hesitated.

"Cooter told me. It's alright. I'm glad you ain't hurt." Luke pulled Bo into a gentle hug, careful of his stomach.

"The General Lee's hurt pretty bad." Bo sighed.

"It's ok, Cooter can fix him." Luke helped Bo to his feet, but realized the Bo was much to shaky to walk so, he picked him up and carried him into the house and onto the couch in the living room.

"Are you in pain?" Luke laid Bo down on the couch.

"Some." Bo admitted. Luke grabbed the bottle of pain pills and handed Bo two of them and a glass of water. Out of pitty for Bo's shaken mental state, he decided to save the stomach brace for later.

"Why are you shaking?" Luke knelt on the floor next to his cousin.

"I don't know, i'm just a little shook up, I guess." Bo replied.

"Come here." Luke wrapped his arms around Bo's back, Bo quickly returning the favor. "You need to relax." Luke felt Bo's tight muscles.

"I can't. I'm scared." Bo admitted quietly.

"You ain't laying down in a wrecked car bleeding, you're in our living room, in my arms no less." Luke rubbed Bo's back.

"I know." Bo clung to his older cousin.

"Stop shaking, you're safe now, cuz." Luke comforted.

"I'll sure try." Luke laid Bo back down and got an ice pack for his abdomen, leaving it on for fifteen minutes, then changing to a hot rag, back to the ice, and then the hot rag again until it had been an hour. Bo was exhausted, but he couldn't sleep.

"Let's put your brace on, ok?" Luke asked now that Bo was no longer shaking.

"Ok." Bo replied.

"It's gonna hurt a little bit." Luke warned. Luke stood Bo up and leaned him against the wall. He put the brace around Bo's abdomen.

"Don't make it too tight, Luke." Bo warned.

"I'll do it how the doc said to, Bo." Luke began tightening the brace. He kept on going until Bo let out a small moan.

"Are you ok?" Luke asked.

"Yeah." Bo leaned on Luke.

"Ok, lets lay you down again." Luke put Bo back on the couch.

"Can I sleep?" Bo asked.

"Of course you can." Luke patted Bo's shoulder and let him sleep until dinner.