1982. THERE IS A COOTER'S POV SECTION AT THE END. 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... EVERY DAY, LOL! 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 he was very thankful for.

After when felt like an eternity, Cooter pulled up to the wreck, looking inside.

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

"I think so."

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

"Stop, stop..." Bo panted.

"What?" Cooter stopped pulling.

"It hurts too bad..." Bo panted.

Wait one second... Bo Duke'd just told him that it 'hurts too bad'? He must be bad off, Cooter figured. "Where?" he asked.

"Maudine's handy work..." Bo groaned.

"Let me just get you outta here, buddy." Cooter said as he grabbed him and started pulling again.

"Oh, stop, stop..." Bo moaned.

"I gotta get you out, Bo." Cooter gave Bo a short break and then continued pulling.

After he got him out, Cooter pulled Bo into his lap and held a towel to his bleeding forehead.

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

"Oh, God, it hurts..." Bo curled his legs close to his body.

"Easy, Bo. You're gonna be alright." Cooter held him close.

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

"I think I can beat the dents out." Cooter sighed as he looked at him to see how many dents there were.

"Are you sure?" Bo panted.

"Yeah, pretty sure." Cooter assured as he removed the towel from Bo's head.

Cooter grew more concerned when Bo didn't stop shaking. "Whats wrong, buddy?" he asked.

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

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

"How's 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.

"Okay, 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 okay 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'd been home for near an hour, and Bo still wasn't home.

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

"Let's 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."

"Okay, 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 alright?" Luke asked.

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

"Thank God." Luke sighed in relief.

"But, he does have something to tell ya..." 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's 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.

Luke wiped his eyes. "I should've called the doc rather than drive Bo out there, I should've-"

"He's okay. He's alive, Luke." Cooter reminded him.

"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 jus you ain't hurt anymore than ya already are." Luke pulled Bo into a gentle hug, careful of his stomach.

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

"It's alright, Cooter can fix him." Luke helped Bo to his feet, but realized that 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.

"You hurtin'?" Luke laid Bo down on the couch.

"Some." Bo admitted. Bo's 'Some' meant '8-10' so, Luke grabbed the bottle of pain pills and handed Bo two of them and a glass of water.

"These ain't morphine ner codeine are they?" Bo asked before he took them.

"No, they ain't." Luke promised.

"Okay." Bo downed them.

Out of pitty for Bo's shaken mental state, he decided to save the stomach brace for later.

"You alright?" Luke knelt on the floor next to his cousin.

"I don't know, I'm jus' a little shook up, I reckon." Bo sighed.

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

"You're alright." Luke held Bo until he stopped shaking.

Then he 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, alright?" Luke asked now that Bo was no longer shaking.

"Okay." Bo rsighed.

"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.

"You alright?" Luke asked.

"Yeah." Bo leaned on Luke.

"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.

NOW TIME FOR: COOTER'S POV:

I pulled up to the General Lee, which was on it's roof. I looked inside and saw Bo. His head was bleeding and he was shaking.

Dang, Bo, how do you get yourself into these things?

"You alright in there, Bo?" I asked, bending over next to the car.

"I think so." Bo replied. The poor guy was shaking a lot, he was really scared.

"I'll get you out, buddy, it's alright." I could hear the fear in his voice. I grabbed him under the arms and started pulling him out of the wreck.

"Stop, stop..." Bo panted.

"What?" I stopped pulling.

"It hurts too bad." Bo panted.

Now that couldn't happen... Bo Duke couldn't tell me that it hurt to much. Bo don't never say that, shoot, he hardly ever admits to any pain at all. I figured he must be hurt real bad in order to say that.

"Where?" I asked him.

"Maudine's handy work..." Bo groaned.

"Let me just get you outta here, buddy." I grabbed him and started pulling again.

"Oh, stop, stop..." Bo moaned.

"I gotta get you out, Bo." I gave Bo a short break and then continued pulling.

I hated hurting him, but he had to come out.

He made a lot of noises as I pulled him out, but eventually I was able to get him out and pull him into my lap. I put a towel to his bleeding forehead.

"Deep breaths, I don't want you to pass out on me." I requested when I heard his breathing begin to get choppy. I really didn't want him to have an asthma attack.

"Oh, God, it hurts..." Bo curled his legs close to his body.

"Easy, Bo, you're gonna be alright." I held him closer.

"How's the General?" That's Bo for ya, worried about his car when he's bleeding and in pain.

"I think I can beat the dents out." I said, glancing at him.

"Are you sure?"

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

"Whats wrong, buddy?" I asked.

"Luke's gonna be mad at me." Bo told me, and he was still trembling.

"You are shook up something awful, ain't you?" I pulled him a little closer.

"How's the General Lee?" Bo asked again.

"You ain't bleeding no more. Let's get you in my truck and then I'll see to the General." I helped Bo into the truck and began to rescue the General Lee.

"Okay, here we go." I climbed into the truck once I had connected the General Lee.

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

"Just about two days." I 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." I patted Bo's back. "Are you sure you don't need a doctor?" I asked him.

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

"I doubt it." I smiled at him, he looked like he needed the reassurance.

I pulled up at the Duke farm, Luke was already outside, going to go look for Bo, no doubt. Poor Bo was exhausted, sound asleep so, I got out to talk with Luke.

"Where has he been, is he alright?" Luke asked me, frantically.

"He's alright Luke." I put a hand on Luke's shoulder.

"Thank God." Luke was relieved.

"But, he does have something to tell ya." I hesitated a little.

"What?" Luke asked me.

"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." I looked at the ground. Luke loved that car, but then I realized that he loved his cousin even more.

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

"Just a cut on his forehead." I 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." I reassured him. "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, and I saw tears forming in his eyes. Dukes don't cry often, especially not the men. He really loves him don't he?

"He's just fine, Luke. He ain't hurt." I told him.

Luke wiped his eyes. "I should've called the doc rather than drive Bo out there, I should've-"

"He's okay. He's alive, Luke." I reminded him. He was acting as if Bo'd died and it was all his fault.

"I'll go get him." Luke headed off towards my truck.

I watched him carry his cousin into the house. He waved to me and mouthed a quick 'thanks' before going off to take care of Bo.