Greater Love, ch. 8

by: Numb3rsfan

 

Cooter, who had been trying to fix a car to help take his mind off of the death of his friend, was greatly suprised when he saw the familiar orange car pull to a stop outside his garage.

“Hey Cooter!” Luke said, happily.

Cooter gave a half hearted wave as he walked over.

‘How can Luke be happy after what happened?’ Cooter wondered slightly.

A smile was tugging on the corners of Luke’s face as he turned Cooter away from the General.

“Cooter, how can ya be down on a glorious day like today?” Luke asked.

‘Glorious? Is Lukas on somethin?’ Cooter thought as he looked at his friend.

“It ain’t glorious Luke.  Bo’s dead, how can that be glorious?” Cooter asked.

“Well, if he’s dead, then who’s this?” Luke asked, turning Cooter around to stare at the General and Bo, who was leaning against the car, arms folded across his chest, and a smile on his face.

Cooter did a Daisy routine and fainted right there next to Luke!

“This reminds me of the time everyone thought we were dead!” Bo said with a smile as he helped Luke drag the uncouncious mechanic into the garage.

“Yeah it does!” Luke agreed as the carefully laid Cooter down on the cool floor.

A knock on the garage door made Bo and Luke turn to see Enos standing there.

Since the sun was in the way, Enos didn’t see Bo or Luke, so to get out of the glare he stepped into the garage.

“Cooter, the Sheriff sent me over ta…”Enos began as his eyes focused on Luke, Cooter and Bo!

“Possum on a gumbush…Bo!” Enos said happily as he rushed over and shook Bo’s hand hard enough to break it.

Bo had to take back his hand before Enos did some damage to it!

“Yeah, good ta see ya too, Enos, but I’d like ta keep ma hand.” Bo said.

“But…how?” Enos asked.

“Uh, it’s a long story Enos, we’ll have’ta tell ya sometime.” Luke replied, slapping Enos’ shoulder playfully.

After Bo and Luke headed outside, Enos watched them climb into the General, with Bo driving!

Seconds after they pulled away, Enos ran pel mel into the Police Station screaming, “HE’S ALIVE!”

Rosco, who had been carrying a tray full of Boss Hogg’s lunch, jumped and sent the food sky high, just as Boss Hogg was reaching to take the tray!

Both men looked up as the food bounced off the ceiling and came down, covering Boss’s head in barbaque sauce!

Rosco turned to Enos, who was standing there, breathing hard.

“Enos, what are you blabbering about, you dipstick?” Rocso asked.

“He’s alive Sheriff, Bo’s alive!” Enos said, with a big smile on his face.

“Enos, take a breath. Now ya know that ain’t true. Bo Duke’s gone ta his great reward.” Boss said, biting into a more or less clean piece of spicy chicken.

“Yes Mr. Hogg, I mean no sir!  I jus’ saw em’ sir.  Bo’s alive!” Enos replied.

This made Boss’s eyes grow as big as saucers at the implications of the news.

“Well, that’s wonderful news!” He said, while he thought, ‘In a way I haven’t figured out yet.’

Then Boss turned back to Rosco and ordered him to go get some more spicy chicken with an order not to drop it or he’d be dropped out with the garbage!

Rosco had shrunk back and gone ambling out the door.

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Bo pulled away from the store and entered the street, turning right as he neared the Police Station.  Looking ahead he saw Sheriff Rosco jaywalking across the street!

Looking over at his cousin questioningly Bo nodded his head at Rosco.  Catching on to what Bo was asking, Luke smiled and nodded his head.

As the General neared Rosco, Bo pressed the horn and the clear notes of Dixie sounded, just as they splashed Rosco with some water that was in the street!

Rosco sputtered as he tried to draw his gun.

“Oohh,ohh, them Duke boy’s..! them Duke boys!  I’m gonna get em’, I’ll get em’!” Rosco muttered as he ran for his car, opened the door and slid in.

Flash was in the car, looking quite bored as Rosco said, “Better buckle up Flash, we’re in hot pursuit!  Ohh, I love it, I love it!”

In a flash, Rosco was off in hot pursuit of the General Lee and the two Duke boys whom the car belonged to.

 

 

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