Daisy's jeep and Rosco's sheriff car pulled up in front of the jailhouse and all the passengers rushed in only to discover that Bo was, in fact, missing from his jail cell. Jesse was very dismayed, although he had to admit that he wasn't overly surprised that the false rescue call was indeed a decoy to get Enos out of the way so that Bo could more easily be taken.

Enos had been on the CB with Sheriff Little on his way from the Boar's Nest to the jail, and was informed that Luke had been picked up as well. Sheriff Little had told Enos that the gentleman produced an identification badge that named him as Deputy John Smith from Atlanta Corrections Department, so Little naturally assumed that it was a legitimate pick up. Enos said that Little actually did seem concerned about the idea of the boys in the hands of dangerous criminals and had asked Enos to keep him informed and let him know if they needed his assistance. Given the fact that Sheriff Little never actually saw the make or model of the transport vehicle, it didn't give them any leads in intercepting Steel's plan. They were running out of hope, when Miss Tisdale pushed open the doors.

"Jesse," she cried out. "I think Bo may be in trouble. I know he was being held here because of what Ms. Harpswell claimed happened the day he was fixing my fence, but from what I saw it looks like something bad may have happened to him." Miss Tisdale never needed a real excuse to get close to Jesse, and this time no one could be sure whether she really needed a hug from Jesse or was just using this as a reason to put her arms around him, but either way, she got a quick squeeze in.

Jesse awkwardly placed his arms over the top of her shoulders and gently pushed her back to arms' length away. "It's alright, Miss Tisdale, what did you see? You said something happened to Bo?"

"Yes, and it was terrible. I tried to follow the van, but I couldn't get my foolish motorcycle started." Looking to Cooter, "I'll need you to look at that for me, next chance you get."

Cooter nodded to her, but did his best to keep her on track. "Sure thing, Miss Tisdale. Now, what about Bo?"

"Yeah, yeah, about Bo. I was coming out of Peabody's Appliances when I seen this man escorting Bo in handcuffs out to this van. It caught my attention, of course, so I watched real close. Then when Bo saw the other guy come out of the van, Bo started arguing with him a bit, then they put a cloth over Bo's eyes and shoved him into the back of the van and sped away. I know something was wrong with this, because they don't usually blindfold prisoners if they're escorting them somewheres."

Jesse became hopeful for a moment as he asked the next important question. "Did you by any chance get a good look at the van?"

Miss Tisdale smiled. "You know I did, Jesse. It was a maroon Chevy van with bars on the back windows. Atlanta plate number 745609B. They were headed north and looked like they were going to turn up Route 14. This all happened about thirty minutes ago."

Cooter snapped his fingers. "Maroon van with bars on the back windows! That's the same van they had when they came after the boys two years ago."

Enos headed directly to the phone. "If they were headed to Route 14, they would have to go across Chickasaw County. I'm gonna get on the horn right now to let Sheriff Little know and hopefully he can set up a road block at the county line. If they left here about thirty minutes ago, they may still have enough time to catch them before they leave Hazzard."

Rosco grabbed his hat and headed toward the door. "And if I take some major short cuts, we may actually be able to cut them off before they get too far away."

"Yeah, yeah," added Boss. "Hold on Rosco, I'm coming with ya."

Jesse took Miss Tisdale in his arms and hugged her tightly before he went running out the door. "I can't thank you enough for telling us all this. I'm forever obliged to ya."

Miss Tisdale's cheeks turned a bright pink as she beamed from ear to ear. Daisy also gave her a hug and kiss on the cheek as she followed everyone out for the chase.

Even though Sheriff Rosco and Sheriff Little never really got along and always butted heads, Sheriff Little seemed to like Enos enough. Perhaps it was because Little always felt a little sorry for Enos because he had to take orders all day long from an idiot like Coltrane, or maybe Enos just had a natural way of bringing out the best in people, but either way when Enos called Little for help, he was quick to oblige. Little assured Enos that a road block would be set up at both of the interstates leading into and out of Chickasaw County immediately, and that he would put out an A.P.B for the van as well. Once Enos hung up with the sheriff, he quickly ran out to his patrol car to join the race to the county line.

Meanwhile, Bo and Luke continued their uncomfortable ride in the back of the van. They had been traveling for about half an hour, stopping once for a few minutes before continuing. Luke figured it was either for gas or supplies, and he couldn't help but snicker a little bit about how they should have been more prepared with either of those necessities before they had picked them up. "Ya see, Bo? Even after having two years to plan his revenge, he still wasn't smart enough to remember to gas up the van!"

Bo smiled a bit and chortled, but didn't seem in the mood to talk too much anymore.

"You okay?" Luke asked, noticing the silence from his usually talkative cohort.

"Yeah, it's just that my head feels like a freight train's driven through it. Man, this blindfold is on so tight I can't stand it. Feels like my eyes are being pressed into the back of my skull."

"Yeah, mine's pretty tight too, but by the sounds of it yours is tighter. I wish I could help you, but I can't help with your headache any more than you can help me get over this feeling of carsickness. Getting bounced around back here is making me nauseous. I swear if you're not driving, Bo, I get sick to my stomach. Weird, huh?"

"Not really. I am a great driver, after all." Bo managed to retort.

Luke smiled, "That you are, cousin. That you are."

Just then, the van began to slow down, then after a moment, it stopped again. Both Bo and Luke were quiet for a moment as they tried to listen for any conversation from the front of the van. Upon hearing nothing, Bo turned to Luke for his opinion. "How far do you suppose we've gotten by now, Luke? We wouldn't be in Atlanta already….maybe Chickasaw?"

Luke tilted his head as he thought, "I'd figure Chickasaw would be the furthest place we could have been driven in that amount of time, especially taking into consideration the stop we made earlier. I can't think of any reason we'd be stopping now, though."

Steel turned off the engine as he peered through his binoculars. The sight ahead angered him, however he was grateful that he had decided to take the high road to have a look before he had tried to cross the county line. Police cars could be seen setting up a road block along the highway, and Steel was quite certain he knew exactly who they were looking for. "Damn it!" Steel muttered to his passenger, "I knew something would go wrong, it was all going too smooth." He sighed as he took the binoculars from his face. "Well, I guess we'll have to find a hide out for the night and regroup in the morning. Let's double back a bit, but we'll have to take some back roads now. I'm thinking Coltrane and the other Dukes have figured out what happened with their precious boys. We need to get off the main highway."

After about twenty minutes of searching, Steel came across an old saw mill that looked as though it hadn't been used for several years. Coming to the mill they hadn't passed a house or car for several miles, so Steel figured it would be as safe a place to hide as they would find tonight. He parked the van behind the mill and opened the van's back doors.

Steel couldn't help but snicker at the sight of Bo and Luke, still secured in their seats and looking much more tired and worn out then when they were put back there. "Looks like the ride took some of the fight out of ya, huh boys? What's the matter? Don't feel like kicking and struggling no more?"

Not ever being one to admit defeat, Bo sneered back at him, "Oh we've got plenty of fight left in us, you can be sure about that. We're just saving it for the right time, is all."

Luke chimed in a bit at that time. "Seems to me like you made record time getting us to Atlanta. Didn't seem to me that we'd gone more than forty miles or so, and everyone knows that Atlanta's at least seventy five to eighty miles out. You didn't run into any trouble, now did ya?"

Steel could feel himself quickly becoming very annoyed. "Nope, no trouble at all. Don't you boys worry, we'll be in Atlanta soon enough. We're just gonna stop here for the night." Looking over at his partner, Steel instructed "Let's get them inside and secured, Leon, then we can get ourselves settled." Bo, being closest to the door, could feel hands on him as the strap around his waist was unfastened and he was pulled out of the van. He was then pressed tightly against the side of the van and held there. "Keep him right there while I get the other one." Luke was also dragged out the van doors and the two of them were led inside.

Once inside, they were both sat down on the cement floor against some posts about twenty feet apart and tied to them. The handcuffs and blindfolds were kept on. "Good night, fellas. Good luck getting comfortable."

Desperate for some relief, Bo called out to Steel. "Listen, could you please take the blindfolds off us? Mine's on so tight that it's got my head pounding like a sledgehammer. It's really killing me, I can't take this all night."

Luke froze as he heard Steel's footsteps headed toward Bo. He had a really strong feeling that not only was Bo's request going to be denied, but that Bo had just made it worse for himself, as usual.

Steel walked up to Bo and knelt down to his face. "Now, let me check my memory here. Ain't you the one who was sitting on top of the car a while back, yacking into a speaker system about what a 'yellow bellied coward' I was? Going around all of Hazzard saying how I was afraid to come face to face with you?" He grabbed Bo's hair and forced his head back a little bit, "Yeah, you're the one." Bo's breathing started to become more rapid as he bit down on his lip to fight back the pain throbbing even worse through his head. "Well, you don't seem so tough now, whining about how you're poor head hurts. Lemee tell ya, you'll take it for as long as I say you're gonna." With that, he let go of Bo's hair, but boxed the side of his head with his fist, causing Bo to cry out a little as the pain seared through his ears and head. "There, now you've got something to cry about, big man."

Luke heard the strike and was furious. "Leave him alone!" He growled. "You really are a coward. You only dare to fight us when we're defenseless to fight back, and believe me, Bo would knock you into next week. Take them cuffs off us and let's see how tough you are."

Now Steel walked up to Luke, kicking him in the ribs and causing Luke to double over. "And as for you," Steel continued, "Don't go thinking you've got a way out of this, 'cause let me assure you, there ain't no way out for either of you. You both belong to me now." Walking away, Steel had to point out just one more fact. "And as for how tough you both are, I seem to recall that neither of you could outfight me, it took the both of you against one of me to finally bring me down. Alone I could whoop either one of you, and you both know it to be true. You ain't nothing but dirty fighters, and I can play dirty right along with the best of them." Steel walked through the mill door, leaving both Bo and Luke writhing in pain and gasping for breath.

Luke was the first to recover enough to speak. "Bo? You alright? Talk to me."

Bo tried in vain to wish the pain away. Giving up, he leaned his head back against the rough wooden beam and let the throbbing take over his head, eyes, ears and neck. The strike had jarred him a bit, and he was struggling to recover.

"Bo!" Luke shouted, "Answer me. I need to know you're okay."

"Yep." Bo could feel his blindfold moisten as the tears streamed from the corners of his eyes. He was silently grateful that Luke was blindfolded so he wouldn't be able to see it. "Never better."

Luke relaxed a little at the fact that at least Bo was still conscious. "Just try to hang in there, cousin. First chance I get, I'm gonna make sure that Steel pays for that one, and pays hard!" He fought back tears himself as his mind was desperately trying to figure something out to get them out of this. "I'll make damned sure of it."