1974. thanks to Long Live BRUCAS for the idea for this chapter. I don't own the dukes of hazzard yet, btw.


Bo was angry with the world today so, he decided to go on a drive. Rosco spotted him and pulled him over for impeding. Since the old truck wasn't very fast, it was easy for Rosco to pull him over.

"Alright, Duke! Out of the truck!" Rosco giggled.

"Rosco..."

"You was impeding fair and square this time, Bo!" Rosco laughed.

Bo got an idea: He started wheezing as loudly and obnoxiously as possible, pulling his inhaler out and pretending like he was going to use it.

"What're you doing?" Rosco asked. Bo didn't reply, he continued acting.

"You alright?" Rosco leaned in the window of the truck and put his gun away: just what Bo had wanted. Bo pulled Rosco's hat down over his eyes and sped away. Rosco fell to the ground when he lost his balance because Bo had driven the truck right out from under him.

"Freeeeeze!" Rosco shouted and got to his feet. "I should've known!" Rosco shouted as he climbed into his car and began the chase.

"Dang, that Rosco!" Bo slammed the steering wheel with his palm.

"I'm gonna get you, Bo!" Rosco giggled over the CB. Bo just rolled his eyes and ignored him.

"Them dang Dukes is always causing trouble!" Rosco muttered as he rear ended the truck.

"Rosco!" Bo shouted at him out the window. Rosco pulled up 'long side and stuck his gun out the window. "Freeeeeeeze!"

"Rosco, come on..." Bo couldn't speed away, Rosco's patrol car was slightly faster than his truck so, he slammed on the brakes and tried to turn around, but Rosco swerved in front of the truck and got out, waving his gun around.

"Rosco, why don't you just put that peashooter away before you hurt yourself?"

"I got you this time, Duke." Rosco giggled as he walked over to the window. "I ain't fallin' for none of your tricks neither. Get in the petrol car, I'm taking you to the hoosegow! Oh, I love it, I love it!" Rosco waved the gun around and directed Bo into the patrol car.

After Bo made his one phone call, to Cooter, hinting for him to come break him out and to tell his uncle, Rosco slammed Bo in the clink. After he had locked away his prisoner, Rosco came back upstairs and went to get a corndog. He returned soon after and sat at his desk to eat his snack. Soon after, Cooter came by.

"Hey, Rosco. I hear tell you got Bo Duke in here." Cooter approached the desk.

"Impeding, wreckless driving, evading arrest..." Rosco listed.

"What's his bail? His uncle will be here soon to put it up." Cooter asked.

"Uh, let me ask Boss Hogg." Rosco CB'd the Boss.

"Uh, Boss, I got Bo Duke like you asked and Cooter here wants to know what his bail is." Rosco told him.

"Cooter is there? With you?" Boss asked, mid bite of whatever the hell he was eating this time.

"Yeah, why?" Rosco asked.

"Rosco, you numb skull!" Boss hollered over the CB. "I'll be right over there. Whatever you do, don't say anything else!" Boss rushed over to the station and dragged Rosco into the office.

"I told you not to tell anyone about our plan!" Boss hollered.

"Just what plan is that, Boss? You never told me, you just told me to arrest Bo Duke, which I done, I cuffed him and I stuffed him, git git!" Rosco giggled.

"Bo and Luke Duke have been foiling my plans since the very day they was born! With Luke in the Marines and Bo in jail, I can execute all of my plans without interference!" Boss explained.

"Ooh, without interference! I love it, I love it!" Rosco giggled. "Just one thing Boss: Bo Duke ain't gonna stay in there, on account of Cooter says that Jesse Duke is comin' down here to bail him out any time now."

"Well, ol' Jesse ain't gonna be able to afford the bail!" Boss chuckled.

"Oooh, he ain't gonna be able to afford the bail!" Rosco giggled. "What is the bail, Boss?"

"$2,000!" Boss laughed.

"Ooooh, $2,000! Boss, you're just a little fat genius!" Rosco giggled and grabbed the side of Boss's face.

"Nab, nab, nab nab!" Boss batted Rosco's hand away. Rosco went back to tell Cooter about the high priced bail.

"$2,000, Rosco, that ain't at all fair, you know the Dukes ain't got that kinda money!" Cooter complained.

"Well that's such a shame now, ain't it!" Rosco smiled and went back to munching on his corndog.

"I came to see Bo." Cooter stepped up to the desk.

"Alright, alright, just lemme finish this..." Rosco smacked. Just the Boss Hogg came out of the office and snatched the corn dog: "Gimmie that!" Boss snapped as he took it and crammed it in his mouth.

"Boss!" Rosco complained.

"It ain't lunch time for sheriffs yet." Boss smacked.

"I'll take you downstairs now Cooter." Rosco led Cooter downstairs and went out to by another corndog and a dozen for Boss, leaving Boss in charge of the jail while he was gone. Boss sat at the desk upstairs and fished Rosco's spare change out of drawers to amuse himself.

"Boss has got you in here for a $2,000 bail so that he can keep you out of the way of all of his low down plans!" Cooter explained.

"Then we ain't got but one choice: you gotta break me out!" Bo paced the cell.

"I'll think of something buddy, don't you worry none." Cooter assured him and then left to go think of a plan. He'd come back later to finalize it with Bo.

Cooter told Jesse not to bother trying to talk J.D out of lowering the bail: he was gonna break Bo out.

Around lunch time, Boss had had three lunches and had gone back to the Boar's Nest. Rosco brought down some food for his prisoner.

"Alright, Bo, here's your lunch. An' I don't wanna hear no complaints!" Rosco put the tray on a table just outside the bars so Bo could reach through to eat it.

"I ain't opening that door for nothin'!" Rosco declared proudly as he went back upstairs.

A few hours later, Bo'd taken a short nap, but it wasn't even night time so, he didn't sleep for long. When he woke up, he found that he was having an asthma attack. He dug into his pocket and found no inhaler. He could have sworn he'd put it there this morning. Ah, he dropped it in the truck when he was getting away from Rosco... I didn't forget, Luke, I swear.

Before he became too breathless to speak, he called for Rosco.

"What do you want?" Rosco marched down the stairs.

"Rosco, I left my inhaler in my truck out where you pulled me over an' I need it, now." Bo urged.

"Now, Bo, you already tried this one today remember?" Rosco laughed.

"Rosco, it ain't no trick this time!" Bo coughed.

"Tiddly tuddly!" Rosco waved his hand and went back upstairs.

Dang that Rosco! Bo kicked the bars. Then he started to feel dizzy so, he sat on the bed and leaned up against the wall.

Upstairs, Rosco heard Bo's 'fake' high-pitched wheezing and coughing noises turn to a sudden silence. Fool kid finally stopped trying to trick me! Not even a Duke can pull the wool over Rosco P. Coltrane's eyes!

Then Rosco got to thinking, (a thing that didn't come naturally to him): He sure did stop awful sudden like. He really does have asthma. Maybe... nah, he's just tricking me... Maybe I'll just go take a look and see if he's alright. I won't open the door. Rosco decided.

Rosco came down stairs and looked into the cell. Bo was laying face towards the wall. Rosco had to look closely to be able to tell if he was breathing or not. He could fake that, of course. Rosco thought as he walked closer.

"Bo?" Rosco peered into the cell and looked at Bo's sweaty frame laying on the cot. Rosco stuck his hand though the bars and placed it on Bo's neck, finding a very slow pulse. I wonder if you can fake your pulse? I bet them Dukes can fake anything... Rosco thought.

"Bo Duke, if this is a trick, I swear..." Rosco started.

"Ros..co...?" Bo attempted to roll onto his back and speak.

"You're just faking..." Rosco hesitated.

"Ain't... nei..ther..." Bo wheezed and gasped desperately for air.

"I don't know..." Rosco just stood and looked at Bo for a while, listening to his wheezing and gasping and tried to figure out if it was fake or not.

"Ple...ase...he...lp..." Bo begged.

"I swear Bo, if it turns out you were lying to me..." Rosco took the keys to the cell and walked inside.

"What can I do to help you?" Rosco asked.

Knowing that his inhaler wouldn't do him any good now, and that he also didn't want to go to the hospital, Bo decided what he wanted:

"Doc...Applyby..." Bo gasped. What he really wanted was Luke, but that was impossible.

"Alright, I'll call him, but you're staying in here, just incase this is an escape plan!" Rosco shut the door and went upstairs to call the doc.

Once he had made the call, he came back in and locked himself in the cell with Bo, keeping the keys in his hip pocket.

"This is your last chance to tell me that you're fakin' Bo." Rosco stated as he stood next to the jail bed.

Bo tried to reply, but the only noise that came from him was a frightening airy sound, before he passed out.

"Bo?" Rosco stood directly over him. "Bo?" Rosco placed two fingers on Bo's neck and found his slow, yet steady pulse.

"Bo, look at me." Rosco turned Bo's head towards him. Boy, am I ever gonna feel stupid if doc Applyby gets here and tells me he's faking... Rosco thought.

"Bo Duke, knock this off and get up from there!" Rosco ordered as he stood up. Rosco opened the door, not bothering to shut it and ran upstairs to call Boss Hogg.

"Boss, Bo's had an asthma attack an' I don't know what to do he's-" Rosco was interrupted.

"Rosco, you dim wit! Bo Duke didn't have no asthma attack! He's just fakin' to escape! You don't take your eyes offa him, I'm coming down there to make sure you don't let that boy get away!" Boss slammed his CB down. Rosco ran back down to Bo and knelt on the floor.

"Bo, you can't do this..." Rosco mumbled, starting to tear up a little. "Come on, wake up, Bo!" Rosco commanded. "Your uncle Jesse is just gonna kill me..." Rosco muttered.

After the eternity of 20 minutes, doc arrived at the jail and came downstairs.

"Rosco!" Doc yelled in Rosco's face. "He needs to be in the hospital!" Doc dragged an oxygen tank in put the oxygen in Bo's nose, placing a nebulizer over his mouth.

"I thought he was faking, see, he..."

"Oh, you you... dipstick!" Doc stuttered as he cared for Bo. "Go call the ambulance." Doc ordered, and Rosco ran upstairs to do so.

"When are people gonna learn to take care of you, kiddo?" Doc spoke to the unconscious young man who he'd helped with this problem more times than he could count.

"Boss Hogg is on his way, too." Rosco said as he came back down stairs.

"A fat lot of good that's gonna do. Literally." Doc replied. "I've done all I can for him. That ambulance just better get here, and get here fast. I'm gonna go upstairs and call his uncle." Doc went upstairs and called Jesse, who almost broke the phone shouting before he and Daisy both drove to wait at the hospital.

The ambulance hauled Bo off and doc headed home.


"What if them Dukes sue us?" Boss shouted.

"Boss, you were the one who said he was faking!" Rosco complained.

"That ain't so, Rosco, and you know it!" Boss snapped. "If they do sue us, the Hazzard county sheriff, namely YOU, is gonna get all the blame!" Boss snapped.

"Boss, I-"

"You nothing! Now my whole plan is foiled!" Boss pouted.

"How's that?"

"We can't bring him back here after that, Jesse is sure to sue, or file charges for false arrest or something!" Boss pouted and went off to the Dixie Deli to get some corned beef sandwiches, all fat to eat his sorrows away. He found that he wasn't very hungry though, since he'd just lost out on his latest plan. The Dukes messed stuff up for him even when they weren't trying to.


After doing the 'when can we see him, how is he' routine at the hospital, Daisy and Jesse were allowed to see Bo, who was still unconscious. He'd been without oxygen for a few minutes, and the doctors didn't know he if he was going to have any brain damage yet.

After the Dukes had visited Bo, Rosco begged Jesse to let him see the boy upon hearing the news. Jesse found it in his old heart to let Rosco see his nephew, but only for ten minutes. Rosco stood over the bed and removed his hat. He stared down at the teenager that lay connected to wires and machines, and it was all his fault.

"I'm real sorry, Bo." Rosco mumbled. He'd never meant for anything to happen to him. "Bo, ya gotta wake up, I feel horrible." Rosco pleaded.

Bo was in a half conscious state, he heard Rosco talking, but he didn't quite know what was going on.

"Bo, I'm real sorry that I done this to ya. I hope that when you get better, you can find it in your heart to forgive me an' things'll be just like they always were." Rosco sighed. "Maybe not just like they always were... next time you say you're having an asthma attack, I'll believe you, damn it, I'll believe you." Rosco sighed and left the room. He apologized to Jesse and Daisy who couldn't help but forgive him: he was overcome with guilt.

A few days later, Jesse and Daisy came by for their visit. Bo still hadn't woken up, but Jesse and Daisy still had high hopes: they'd been praying day and night.

Bo was almost fully awake, though he still had his eyes closed and he hadn't moved around yet. He heard Jesse and Daisy walk in.

"Uncle Jesse, Daisy?" He rapsed.

"Bo, you're awake, you're alright!" Daisy ran to the bed and wrapped her arms around him and gently leaned on him for a hug.

"Praise be!" Jesse declared and ran for a doctor.

After the doctor had done his business, he declared that: "He doesn't seem to have sustained any brain damage. He can go home in about two hours."

Jesse told Rosco the good news so that he could stop feeling guilty.. Then Jesse and Daisy sat to talk with Bo while they waited to take him home.

"Rosco feels real bad for what he done to ya." Jesse told him.

"I know, he came in here a few times and cried." Bo said.

"You could hear everythin'?" Daisy asked.

"Yeah, I just couldn't move nor speak neither." Bo replied.

"Then you heard me say-"

"Yes, Daisy, I did." Bo chuckled.

Daisy had to laugh, too.

"Hear you say what? What's so funny?" Jesse asked.

"Oh, Bo, don't!" Daisy begged, still laughing.

"I won't, don't worry." Bo patted her hand and chuckled. "Unless you stop being so nice and sweet to me, then I'll tell everyone in Hazzard!" Bo laughed.

Daisy kissed his cheek and whispered something in his ear, and they both laughed 'till the cows came home, Jesse watching, rolling his eyes and chuckling to himself, he'd figure out what Daisy had said... somehow.

THE END OF THIS CHAPTER. THANKS AGAIN TO Long Live BRUCAS FOR THE IDEA AND FOR ALL OF THE FEEDBACK/REVIEWS!