It's 1982, Luke is 26, Daisy is 25, and Bo is 24. btw I don't own the dukes of hazzard
It was a hard working summer day in Hazzard county, at least at the Duke farm. Daisy was off at the Boar's nest doing her very best to keep the body snatchers away, Uncle Jesse was out in the back 40 fixing the irrigation on the corn field, Bo was chopping wood seeing as how fall was fast approaching, and Luke was cleaning Maudine's stall, which she'd managed to fill with crap in 8 hours (her new record).
"Hey, Bo?" Luke called as he set the pitchfork aside.
Bo sighed as he dropped the axe down: Luke was probably going to ask him if he was okay again: he'd been asking every 15 minutes for the past hour. He always asked more often when he wasn't right next to him.
"I'm fine!" Bo was slightly frustrated, but he covered it up with a little fake chuckle. He knew Luke loved him as much as he loved him, and that he cared about him, but it was starting to get excessive.
Luke laughed quietly to himself as he realized that he'd probably asked Bo if he was okay too many times. Shoot, that wasn't even what he was gonna say. But now if he said that it wasn't, would it hurt Bo's feelings? Would it make it seem as if he didn't care about him? Nah, there was no way Bo could think that. Hell, if anything Bo was probably starting to get annoyed by his overprotective ways.
"I'm glad to hear it, but that ain't what I was gonna say," Luke started. "Can ya com're so's we can check Maudine over for injuries? There seems to be a good deal of blood in her stall."
Bo grabbed his shirt and wiped the sweat from his face with it, but more sweat poured out from behind his thick curls of hair. He dug the axe into a stump and hung his shirt on it, then he trotted into the barn where Luke was.
"She seems to be favorin that left hind." Luke explained when Bo arrived.
Bo took a look at the mule's left rear leg. "We gonna wrap it up?" he asked.
"Yeah. I think we can handle this without the vet." Luke decided.
"Okay." Bo walked to Maudine's head and draped her lead rope over her neck. "Hey, girl. Luke's gonna fix ya up, okay?"
"You keep her distracted. I don't wanna be gettin kicked." Luke urged as he started cleaning the wound.
"I won't let her kick ya." Bo almost laughed, Luke seemed rather skittish standing right next to Maudine's weapon: her good back leg.
...
"Alright, she's all fixed up." Luke reported as he stood up. Bo followed him out of the stall and latched the door.
"Ya reckon she'll be wantin some banamine?" Bo suggested.
"Yeah, but I think we's out." Luke sighed. "Why don't we go on into town an pick us up some?"
"I gotta finish choppin that wood or Uncle Jesse'll have a fit." Bo remined him.
Luke sighed, he wanted Bo to come because he didn't want to leave him all alone working hard in the heat, he might not take a break when his lungs needed it. "The wood'll wait c'mon. You can drive." Luke started off for the General, and Bo followed, but only until they got to the wood pile.
"I really gotta finish this." Bo sighed. "I've been shukin and jivin Uncle Jesse fer days."
Luke scratched his head. "Bo..."
Then it became obvious to Bo as to what Luke was doing. "I'll be okay, don't worry." he assured him.
Luke took several steps towards the General, but his 'another Duke in trouble meter' lit up, and he knew he couldn't leave his cousin alone. "Bo-"
"I'm a grown man, Lukas." Bo interrupted, a lot harsher than Luke'd expected him to be.
"I know ya are, but-"
"But what? I still can't take care of myself? It's only gonna be like 45 minutes, Luke." Bo huffed.
"Okay fine. Jus make sure ya take a break every now and then. You wouldn't wanna-"
"I know, I know." Bo sighed.
"Speaking of which, ya got an inhaler?" Luke questioned as he climbed into the car.
"Yeah, I've got a dang inhaler." Bo sighed.
"Alright, see you in a few." Luke drove off. He slightly regretted leaving Bo alone, but he also regretted being too protective. He realized that it was kinda like the boy who cried wolf in reverse: for every ten times he asked Bo is he was okay, Bo wasn't okay 2 times. He thought that maybe if he would be less protective, Bo would be more inclined to ask for help, or admit that he needed it?
Meanwhile at the Boar's Nest, Daisy was having trouble with a particularly desperate body snatcher.
"...let go of my hand! I mean it!" Daisy shouted.
"Why should I? It's so dang pretty, I think I might just keep it!" The man laughed heartily.
"Oh no, you won't!" Daisy yelled as she dug the heel of her high-heel into his leg.
"Ow!" He called out in pain, grabbing her around her middle: now he was mad.
"Hey, let the little lady go!" Another man walked up to him.
"You make me!" He shouted.
"Alright!"
The man tossed Daisy aside roughly and took a swing at her defender. It was sloppy, as he was drunk. The second man threw a clean right cross into the man's jaw, sending him to the floor. He got up and they proceeded to fight for several minutes, until Rosco came out and shot the chandelier.
"Alright, freeze!" Rosco shouted.
...
Both men were arrested. Daisy promised to bail out the one who'd stood up for her as soon as she could get the money. Daisy was okay, but the Boar's Nest was not: it was turned every which way but loose so, Boss sent Daisy home for the day, without pay of course. Oh and Rosco paid for the chandelier.
Back at the farm, Bo was taking his anger out on the wood: at least it was finally getting chopped. He found that after 20 minutes of swinging the axe with all that he was worth, his lungs'd had it. He dropped the axe and sat down next to the wood pile, breathing extremely hard. See, I know when to take a break. Bo thought to himself. He reached into his jean pocket and pulled out his inhaler, which he used religiously for several minutes. Once his breathing was some what under control, Bo laid down and crossed his arms behind his head to rest fer a spell. He thought about how mad he was at Luke, but then he realized that he hadn't much reason to be. Sure, Luke was over protective of him, but it was only because he cared so much. If he was to be mad at anything, he should be mad at asthma, Bo decided.
Bo was almost asleep when a loud sound from the barn woke him up, he grabbed his shirt and headed over to see what it was. When he arrived, Maudine was rolling around in her stall, bandage dangling and leg bleeding: a lot more than he'd like for it to. He grabbed the roll of wrap and climbed over into her stall.
Maudine stopped rolling and got to her feet when she saw Bo, but Bo didn't like the look in her eyes. He quickly started to wrap her leg up, but she wasn't having any of it. She bucked, her right hind hoof digging into Bo's lower left side. It hurt like hell, and now he was mad. He'd been thrown back a foot or two onto his back, and once he gasped his breath back, he got to his feet to tame the dang thing.
Maudine came charging right at him, and with not much time to dodge, Bo ended up with the mule's head in his chest. That threw him back several feet, and this time he wasn't inclined to get up and try it again: the mule obviously wasn't going to have it, and he was too hurt to do much about it now. He crawled to the edge of the stall and managed to get himself up over the door and back to safety. He put his shirt on and laid on his back panting for several minutes, realizing that it was probably not the best idea in the world to try and bandage an injured mule without someone to hold her. But she'd been bleeding a lot, so what else was he to do? After several minutes Bo didn't know what he was doing: he'd passed out.
