Luke finally pulled The General Lee back in the Duke driveway at nine am the next morning. He had been out all night, asking anyone who would listen if they had seen anything or anyone around town that had looked like trouble. Unfortunately, no one had seen or heard of anything out of the ordinary that day.

Luke had gone to Cooter's as well, if for no other reason than to let him in on what had happened with Bo, and since every single car that passed through Hazzard County caught Cooter's attention, he would be a good one to keep his eyes and ears open going forward. He also had Cooter help him go over The General with a fine toothed comb, because he figured someone had either somehow gotten use of him to use as a getaway car for Ms. Harpswell's robbery, or had at the very least been at the car to hide the envelope under the passenger's seat. Again, the search turned up nothing, so the two of them decided to search every inch of Hazzard for anything that might point them in the right direction to save Bo.

Luke entered the kitchen door and found Jesse and Daisy at the table having a light breakfast and coffee. The smell of the fresh coffee was the only thing that had perked Luke up since about twelve thirty yesterday afternoon, so he eagerly found a cup from the cupboard and poured himself some. He joined his kin at the table to pool together any information they may have come up with, which didn't turn out to be much.

"I stayed at the Boar's Nest last night until almost eleven thirty, and for probably the first time I never saw a single person there that I didn't recognize." Daisy began. "I listened for anything that someone may have said about Bo, and I never even heard a peep. What was the strangest thing was that neither Boss nor Rosco was there last night either, and they're always coming in and out of the Boar's Nest." Daisy shook her head. "The only person who even mentioned Bo was Enos, who stopped by to see how I was doing and to pick up a few burgers for Bo to give him for dinner, which I thought was awfully sweet of him." She turned back to Luke. "Oh Luke, please tell me you had better luck than I did."

"I wish I could tell you that I did." Luke sadly admitted. "Cooter and me searched every back road and bike trail in Hazzard County, along with every abandoned barn or storage shed in the area. There was just nothing to be found anywheres." Luke took a big gulp of his coffee. "It's like any evidence for Bo just vanished into thin air."

Jesse nodded his head. "I know what you mean, Luke. If it were anyone but one of the three of you, then I would swear up and down that the sheriff had the right suspect in custody this time." He then put his hand up a little, "Not that I'm saying that's the case, 'cause it's not, I still one hundred percent stand behind Bo and I fully believe that he's innocent. I just can't for the life of me figure out what happened."

Luke sighed, "Did Miss Tisdale have any other information at all, Uncle Jesse?"

"The only thing she mentioned at all was that she had passed a delivery truck about a mile down the road when she had left to run her errands. I believe she said it was from some furniture store called 'Hathaway's'. I've never heard of them, so they must be from out of town. She said she saw them pulled over in front of Jed Mayberry's house. I suppose I should check with Jed today to see if maybe he saw anything, seeing how his house is only a half a mile from Ms. Harpswell's."

Luke nodded. "Well, I guess that's a little bit better than nothing, and it's as good a place as any to start. We should also plan to go and talk to Bo some more today after lunch. Maybe he's thought of something since yesterday. I know he was pretty frazzled like the rest of us were. Now that he's had a chance to think, he might have something for us."

Jesse stood from the table. "What I think the three of us all need right now are clear heads. And I know for a fact that none of us got any sleep at all last night, so I'm telling you both that the very first thing we're all gonna do now is go in our rooms and get a couple hours of rest. Ain't none of us gonna be any help to Bo in the state we're all in right now. So let's go get some rest." He pointed at Luke, "And I mean it, young man."

Luke didn't look very happy about the order, but he nodded. "Okay, Uncle Jesse. I will."

Daisy got up and gave both her guys a hug, then turned to go into her room. "See you both in a few hours. Try to get some rest."

After about twenty minutes in his room, Luke just had to get up and leave. He couldn't stand to lie there, looking at the empty bed beside him and knowing full well that whoever was behind this was still out there while Bo sat in a jail cell. He left the room and wasn't too surprised to see Jesse sitting back in his easy chair with his feet up. He looked as if he was resting, but he wasn't sleeping. "Going somewheres?" Jesse asked.

Luke shrugged and sighed. "I'm sorry, Uncle Jesse. I just can't lie in that bed anymore, I just can't."

Jesse nodded. "To be honest with you, I'm surprised you lasted as long as you did in there."

Luke smiled faintly. "I'm gonna take a drive up to the fishing pond. It's the one place that I can go to where I can really get lost in thought, and it really does help me to relax. Can I go with your blessing?"

Jesse smiled and nodded. "You go do what you've gotta do. Just try not to beat yourself up over this. You know as well as I do that there ain't none of this that's your fault, and there wasn't nothing you could do yesterday about what happened."

"I just can't help thinking that we should've been together yesterday. Man, what are the odds that the one day we're not spending together would be the day that something like this would happen?" Luke shook his head. "Somehow, I don't think that's a coincidence. It's almost like that was part of the plan. I just can't put together how or why someone would do all of this. It doesn't make sense."

"Why don't you go sit at the fishing pond and try to relax. Like I said earlier, we need some clear heads to be any good to Bo, and he's gonna need our help now more than ever if we're gonna get him through this."

"Sounds good, Jesse. I'll be back in a few hours. Maybe I'll even be able to catch a nap."

"You be careful now, and stay close to the c.b."

"Yes, Sir."

After about a half an hour at the fishing pond, Luke realized that this was a bad idea. The mosquitoes were almost literally eating him alive, and he just couldn't stand it anymore. Plus, there was this big powerboat that kept going up and down the side of the pond, causing a lot of noise and it really was beginning to annoy Luke, so he decided to instead take a drive up to his second favorite place, still sight number three. The old still sight had a nice shady spot and even had a comfortable little couch to stretch out on, and after just a few minutes there he was all settled in. He smiled as he saw some of the old moonshine equipment, and picked up a moonshine bottle and sniffed the opened spout. He never drank too much of it, but the smell of Uncle Jesse's shine always brought back fond memories for Luke. He set the bottle down at the foot of the couch and soon found himself yawning. He leaned back and closed his eyes for a few minutes.

Not too far behind him, he heard some branches snap as if someone were coming. He quickly jerked his body up and turned his head to see who or what it was. Much to Luke's surprise, he saw nothing. 'Weird', he thought, then shrugged it off as probably a squirrel or badger. He chuckled to himself that it was just the lack of sleep and was also due to his being out all night playing cops and robbers. He lay back down and closed his eyes again. With the warm sunlight poking through the thin shade of the tree tops, it was only a moment or two before Luke was sound asleep.

One hour later, approximately twelve pm.

Sheriff Little of Chickasaw County sat ever so patiently one mile from the Hazzard County line, waiting to see if the anonymous tip he'd received was going to pay off. It had been an intriguing phone call, to say the least, with information regarding a shine run in his county. The informant claimed that an orange sports car would be crossing into Chickasaw at noon, with at least five jugs full of first rate moonshine, to be delivered to an abandoned storage shed approximately three miles north of Route 7.

Of course, Sheriff Little was all too familiar with this particular orange sports car, and the mere mention of it brought his blood to the boiling temperature. 'The Duke boys', he thought to himself, 'let's just see how clever you are this time around.' He would usually wait for them right at the county line, and they would almost always spot him just before they entered his jurisdiction and would usually turn back. On this particular day, the Dukes had no permission to be traveling in his county. They would be breaking their probation simply by driving over the county line, which would be enough to send them to prison, however, if they were caught with a substantial amount of illegal alcohol, it would be one of the biggest busts he would make this whole year. Little preferred to think of himself as an intelligent man, and he made an adjustment to his stakeout location so that the Dukes would already be very much into his county before they would see him.

Just as Sheriff Little was beginning to suspect that the tip had been a false alarm, he heard the roar of a car engine. Speeding up the road was the infamous General Lee. Little's lips stretched into a deviously satisfied grin and his heart began to pound a bit as he waited for the perfect time for his plan to fully come into action. Within seconds, the car zipped past him and he took off like a rocket directly behind them. Wait…..not them, as there was only one man in the car instead of the usual two. The dark haired one, Luke Duke, was it? ….was the sole occupant. Typically dressed in a blue plaid shirt, Luke quickly reacted to the sheriff's car by throwing The General Lee into high gear and trying to put some distance between him and the car behind him. However, Sheriff Little had souped up his engine a bit and at the moment was having no problem keeping up with Luke. At one point, the sheriff's car had even pulled right up along side The General, and Little had shouted for Luke to pull over, but Luke never even looked at Little, had even seemed to be turning his face away from him as he continued to speed along the road.

Luke managed to once again pull out in front of Little, and in what seemed to be a last resort, began throwing the shine jugs out the driver's side window, sending them crashing along the side of the road as they hit the pavement. Little roared in dismay as he watched his evidence bottle by bottle disappear into tiny little shards of glass and liquid. He began to scream out and pound on his steering wheel, when amazingly the last jug bounced off a spot of soft sand and rolled safely into the ditch along the roadside, completely intact. Little couldn't believe his eyes. The fact that the jug didn't break meant that he finally had some evidence to collect and begin a case against Luke Duke.

Sheriff Little continued his chase after Luke, but it was only a matter of a few seconds before The General had pulled a safe distance away from Little and literally flew off across a river bed and turned the car to face back toward Hazzard. Little got out of the car for a moment on the other side of the river bed and shook his fist at Luke, who had stopped briefly. "Luke Duke," Little shouted, "I've got you now! I've finally got evidence against you and I plan to prosecute you to the full extent of the law! You hear me? You're going down for this, if it's the last thing I ever do!" Luke waved back at Little, then sped off once again toward the safety of Hazzard County.

Little turned his car around and immediately returned to the shine jug on the side of the road. Being sure to put gloves on first, he carefully picked up his evidence and placed it in the backseat of the cruiser. Little was surprised when he looked up and saw an older woman standing not too far from him, apparently waiting for the bus. "Excuse me, ma'am, did you see what just took place here?"

"Yes I did", she replied. "I saw a young man with dark hair in an orange car throw that bottle from his window. It's a miracle that it didn't shatter into a thousand pieces."

Little smiled. "Yes, it is quite a miracle. Thank you, ma'am, and if you would be so kind, I will need you to fill out a witness statement for me." He brought a notepad from his glove box over to the woman, and she dutifully sat down and began to put her observation on paper. Little was almost beside himself with delight. "Yes, Sir, it's quite a miracle indeed!"