A Father’s Revenge, ch. 14

by: Marty Chrisman

The next day, Luke was more alert but still obviously in pain from his injuries. He smiled when Bo, Daisy and Uncle Jesse came into his room. He moved carefully, wincing whenever his back rubbed against the sheets or the stitches in his stomach tightened as he changed positions. He knew that he was lucky to alive.

“Hey, cuz…..” Bo said with a grin “You’re looking better.”

“Thanks….I’m sure if I feel any better or not…it still hurts like hell.”

“Watch your mouth, young man” Jesse said automatically

“Yes, sir.” Luke replied with a crooked smile. He looked at his Uncle questioningly “Did they find the Carsons?”

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How to Survive a Double Date in Hazzard

by : Judas_Priest_On_A_Pony@yahoo.com

CAST OF CHARACTERS: Bo Duke, Luke Duke, Boss J.D. Hogg, Sheriff Rosco P.
Coltrane, Jesse Duke, Daisy Duke, Deputy Enos Strate,
GUESTS: Roxanne Biggs, Joanne Stanford

It was one of those peaceful summer afternoons in Hazzard County, as the sun glistened
off the hilltops and through the trees, burning sharp shadows on the surface of the land.
The Duke Boys were burning up the road in the General Lee as usual, on their way to the
Boar’s Nest to see two girls theythey met at an archery contest (I suppose the girls were
impressed by their archery skills).
“Now remember Luke, the tall and skinny one is mine,” Bo said authoritatively to Luke,
who was driving.
“Suits me fine. I HATE skinny women, remember?” Luke replied.
“Cute,” Bo replied, The Dukes continued carelessly on their way, having no idea a
Hazzard County patrol car is parked hidden on the side of the road. Seeing the Dukes
pass, Sheriff Rosco emerges from behind a bush with a 25 mile zone sign and plants it
firmly in the ground.After a short giggling session, he hops into his car takes off after
them.
“Hee hee! I got them Dukes this time! Uh heh…I just love this police work!” Rosco
enthusiastically puts his foot to the floor and flips on the siren. Bo and Luke
simultaniously look to the rear to find the sheriff quickly gaining on them.
“Geez…. Rosco AGAIN?” That’s it… I’ve had it!” Luke said in a frustrated tone.
“Uh…Luke, either Rosco’s getting better with age or you’re getting slower with age!” Bo
said with a bit of concern.
“Funny. ” Luke replied as Rosco continued to close in. “Okay Bo, we’ll just see who gets
better with age….hang on!” Luke puts the pedal to the floor and accelerates quickly.
Rosco grabs the CB. “Enos, this is your supreme superior commander, Sheriff Rosco P.
Coltrane speakin…uh, you got your ears on dipstick, c’mon?”
“Yes sir, Sheriff,” Enos relpies. “Accept you’re using improper police procedure, over?”
“Enos will you put a cork in it?….you meadowmuffin!” Rosco replies angrily. “Now I’m
in hot pursuit of them Duke Boys heading north on Highway 421, now are you in
position, c’mon?”
“Yes sir I’m about 4 miles ahead of your stakeout postion, over?,” Enos replies.
“That’s good news, Enos! Now listen, I’m about 2 miles behind ya so I want you to lay
out those spike strips that I bought from the Police surplus last week…over?” Rosco
replies again.
“Roger, over and out!” Enos quickly gets out of his car and gets the spike strips from out
of the trunk, then proceeds to lay them across the road carefully. Meanwhile, the Dukes
are headed his way.
“Whats that in the road, Luke?” Bo sees something laid across the road in the distance.
The General closes in on the spike strips.
“Oh no! Spike strips!!” Luke screams at Bo. “Do something!”
“I can’t, I’m not driving!” Bo screams back.
“Hold on to something cousin!” Luke turns the wheel sharply to the right, and right into a
cornfield. Totally blinded by green cornstalks, Luke struggles to get the General back on
the road. Meanwhile Rosco himself is closing in on the strips. Unable to stop, he drives
right over them.
“Ooooohh Grrrrghnn!!”” Rosco groans as he hears his tires popping. He skids to a
stop.The General makes it back onto the road.
“Yaahhhooo! Haha!” Bo gets a kick out of Rosco’s misfortune, while Luke honks the
horn,the ballad of ‘Dixie’ adding insult to injury.
“You dang Duke Boys! You just….listen! I’m …oh good grief….” Rosco is visibly
disappointed.
Anyway, a little later…..the boys arrive at the Boar’s Nest, still laughing and gloating
about how they showed up ol’ Rosco. Bo and Luke casually walk through the door and
enter a dimly lit, smoke-filled bar room, crowded with locals and out-of-town truckers.
“Sure is busy today ain’t it Luke?” Bo speaks softly to Luke, so not to make too much
noise.
“There they are, cousin,” Luke whispers back to Bo. The two Duke boys stroll to the table
where the girls are sitting, who have their eyes glued to them like a spider to a fly.
Cousin Daisy walks between them with a tray of drinks.
“What are y’all lookin’ at?” Daisy turns quickly, her hair flapping a little, and sees who
Bo and Luke are staring at. “THOSE are the two gals you were talkin about?” she
whispers to the boys witha bit of distaste in her tone. “Well they better kiss better than
they tip, or y’all are in trouble! hehe!”Bo playfully slaps Daisy on her arm.
“Cute Daisy, real cute…” The boys continue their stride over to the table where the girls
are sitting.
“Hello boys,” Roxanne said seducitvely (she’s the skinny one). “My my… y’all look even
more handsome from down here.”
“Well this angle ain’t so bad either,” Bo responded smoothly. He takes Roxanne’s hand
and lightly plants a kiss on it, firmly establishing which girl he wants. “The pleasure’s all
mine.” Bo flashes a little smile, while Luke, a little embarrased by his cousin’s smooth
talking antics, very formally shakes the other’s (Joanne) hand. The boys pull up a couple
of chairs and sit down. Bo is visibly very interested in Roxanne. The four have two
seperate conversations, neither pair paying much attention to the other.Luke is a little
nervous, but holds his own in the conversation. In the background, cousin Daisy seems
very interested in what’s going on while serving drinks at the same time. Daisy smiles at
Bo’s charming antics. After about 20 minutes of small talk, Bo makes a proposal.
“Say Roxanne, what do y’all say we all take a little spin around the county, and we
can…get toknow y’all a little better, huh?” Bo looks at Roxanne, then Luke, then back to
Roxanne.
“That sounds like a great idea, Bo,” said Joanne, who then turns to Roxanne and gives her
a wink. Luke smiles back at Joanne, but seems suspicious.
“Well then, what are we waiting for?” Roxanne says as she stands stoutly. The other
three all stand up at the same time and the four of them proceed towards the exit. Bo
puts an arm around Roxannein his traditional “smooth move” fashion. Just before they
can reach the door they’re cut off by Rosco and Enos, who barge through the door in a
very intimidating fashion. The sheriff quickly draws his gun and swings it in Bo’s
direction, then to Luke. Enos is standing behind Rosco with his hand on his gun, ready to
draw it if necessary.
“Alright you Dukes….just freeze it right there cause I got ya covered!” Rosco meant
business with his words. Daisy stops what she’s doing immediately and turns towards
where the commotion is.
“Dang it Rosco will ya put that thing away?? Somebody might get hurt!” Bo shrugs
Rosco’s order as if he is dealing with a child yielding a water pistol. The two girls step
away from Bo and Luke.
“What did we do NOW, Rosco?” Luke said, feeling sick and tired of asking that same
question over again.
“Well for starters, I caught ya going 50 in a 25 mile an hour zone, and then…” Rosco is
interr-upted by Luke.
“You mean that sign you put up after we past you?” Luke adds.
“Uhh yes…uh no…no.. well that don’t make no difference no how cause I got ya on
resisiting arrest and destruction of county property! Cee cee cee!” Rosco chuckles. “Enos,
read em they’re rights!”
“Yes sir…I’m mighty sorry about this Bo, Luke…I’m real sorry…One, you have the right to
remain silent. Two, you have the right to an attourn…” Enos is interrupted by Boss Hogg
who comes storming out of his office waving his trademark cigarre.
“Ain’t nobody readin nothin to nobody! Counta’ …. nobody’s arrestin nobody!” Boss
screams declaratively.
“But Boss….” Rosco said with a very confused expression on his face.
“I am DROPPING the charges against you Duke Boys!” Boss smiles then puts the cigarre
backin his mouth.
“You kiddin?” Bo is confused as well. “Well hot dang!”
“Boss, would would possess you to do a stup….” Rosco is interrupted by Boss.
“That’s right…you Dukes are free to go….ROSCO, put that gun away, jackass! This is a
place ofbusiness not a bookin’ office!” Boss said. Rosco made a motion to say
something, but shut himself up and did what he was told. The Duke Boys both smiled at
each other, and took their respective girls’ hands at the same time and strolled out the
door with them, past Rosco and Enos. Rosco gave both the boys a dirty look and put his
fist up, while Enos tipped his hat to both of them and smiled.
“Bye Bo, bye Luke! See y’all later!” Enos said, relieved that he didnt have to arrest his
friends.He then turned to Daisy and waved at her. Daisy waved back and smiled, then
resumed serving drinks.The Boys walked out of the Boars Nest with their girls, laughing
and chatting away. The door creaks open and slams as they leave. They help the girls
slide into General Lee very carefully, then follow. Bo hopped into the driverside with
Roxanne riding shotgun, while Joanne sat in the back with Luke.
“So where do you wanna go first ladies?” Bo asked with a huge smile on his face.
“Say…why don’t we drive into town? Maybe we can all take a walk around the square.”
Roxanne replied.
“Sounds like a good idea to me,” said Luke, who smiled back at Joanne.
“Let’s go!” Bo revs up the engine, so’s to impress the girls. After giving a quick look to
Roxanne,he throws it in reverse and spreads a beautiful array of dirt and dust into the hot,
dry air as the General pulled out of the crowd of parked cars. The boys were off to town.
When the General pulled into town square on that peaceful summer afternoon , it seemed
like nothing could possibly spoil the stroke of good luck the boys have had. But
well…this is Hazzard County, and if anyone knows Hazzard as well as Bo and Luke do,
they know it just ‘ain’t gonna be that simple’. Meanwhile, back at the Boar’s Nest, Boss
was in his office explaining to Rosco why he passed up a perfectly good opportunity to
throw the Duke Boys in jail.
“Now Rosco look….”Boss said, while chalking up a pool cue . ” I’m not one to pass up a
chance to NAIL THEM DUKE BOYS!”
“BUT…” Rosco interrupted , knowing exactly what Boss was going to say next.
“But….why settle for the night in jail and a couple hundred dollars bail when you can
have ten years in STATE PRISON!! Hahaha!” After sinking the three ball in the side
pocket, Boss sets down his cue and plants a cigarre in his mouth. Rosco, like a pety
bellhop, rushes to Boss to light his cigarre.
“Heehee…I love it I just love it! State prison, eh Boss?” replied Rosco with a curious
grin.
“That’s right…you see them two phillies them Dukes were with?” Boss said in a giddy
tone.
“Yeah?” Rosco replied, stll grinning.
“Well… I’ve arranged for them girls to rob the Hazzard County bank this afternoon at 3
‘oclock…and do you know who will be drivng the getaway car? ” Boss was still feeling
quite giddy.
“Who?” Rosco asked very stupidly.
“Rosco, why don’t you use that head of yours for somethin’ other than retainin’ water?
Who do ya think?? The DUKE BOYS, you numskull!!” Boss replied.
“Ooohhh oooohh…I get it…so Bo and Luke will be drivin’ the getaway car, right?” Rosco
asked like a schoolboy answering a teacher’s question.
“Right, right, you’re learnin, you’re learnin!!!” Boss pats Rosco across his cheak. Rosco
chuckles in the background.
“But…Boss…” Rosco asked seriously. “How did you hire them girls to rob the bank?”
“Well…those girls made a couple bootleg runs for me years back…and well, let’s just say
they’ve become ‘career’ criminals, haha!” Boss chuckles as he explains his angle to Rosco.
“You mean you hired a couple of ladies to run moonshine for you?” Rosco asked, quite
confused. “I’ve never heard of ladies runnin shine before…”
“I know I know! That’s just it…Nobody would ever suspect that a couple of bustin’ beaties
drivn’a mustang convertable could ever have moonshine hid up in their trunk! Get it?”
Boss put his cigarre back in his mouth.
“Well I just…” Rosco tried to answer but Boss interrupted him.
“Just recently I looked ’em up in my little black book of associates and well , them girls
have pulled off more jobs than you…or I could count! Hahaha!” Boss said, laughing. “So I
called em up and hired em to do a NON-robery…for a cool 20 thousand similions….10 a
piece. And I told em not to worry cause I got the local law in my back pocket!”
“Wait a minute…” Rosco said. “So they’re gonna rob a bank with hundreds of thousands
of dollars in it..maybe millions…and give it all back to you for a measily 20 thousand?
Why would they do a stupid thing like that?”
“Rosco…in this business there’s a TRUST factor involved. Besides…should they try any
double crosses, I’ve got YOU to throw THEM in jail!” Boss reassured Rosco.
“Me Boss?” Rosco asked, in a scared tone.
“Well you the sheriff ’round here ain’t ya? Don’t worry, they won’t see the twenty
thousand till I see the bank money!” Boss waved his cigarre while speaking. “Now….I
want you to get out on patrol, and I don’t wanna see either you OR Enos hangin ’round
that bank til the robbery’s been reported, understand? Last thing I want is for you to scare
’em away from that bank! Now…immediately followin’ the robbery them Dukes will be
headin back to the Boar’s Nest….which is where YOU come in.”
“Right…” Rosco replied.
“Now I’m gonna be on the police phone so’s I can tell you when to head on back…get it?”
“But Boss why don’t me and Enos just hang around here til then?” Rosco asked.
“Cause TIME is MONEY! Besides…I don’t want anything lookin’ too suspicous…get it?”
Boss said.
“Ooohh…right! I’m just gonna get them Duke Boys, cee cee cee! I’m gone!” Rosco
grabbed his hat and jacket and quickly exited Boss’s office. Entering the smoke-filled bar
room, Rosco saw Enos as he scrambled to get his jacket on. “Enos!” Rosco yelled as he
saw Enos chatting with Miss Daisy. “Will ya quit lustin’ over that girl?” Rosco yelled.
“Now I want you to get out on patrol! And stay away from town til I say otherwise!”
Rosco was now pointing at him.
“Well how come?” Enos asked.
“Will you just do what I tell you? You dipstick!” Rosco yelled back.
“Yes sir! Bye Daisy!” Enos replied, waved to Daisy and quickly followed his superior
officer out the door, after bumping into a couple of chairs along the way.
“Bye Enos,” Daisy blew him a kiss and laughed.
It was now ten minutes to three in Hazzard Square. The boys were walking the girls back
to the General after a casual tour around town. “Hey, I got another great idea!” Bo said.
“Why don’t we drive up to the lake?”
“Well that’s a GREAT idea, Bo!” Roxanne said, putting her arm around his shoulder.
“Let’s do it!” Joanne replied.
“I’m game if y’all are!” Luke said, smiling.
“Okay! haha!” Bo said, most enthusiasticly.
“But… first Roxanne and I have gotta make a…… withdrawl from the bank,” Joanne said,
smiling at Roxanne.
“Well okay,” Bo said. “We’ll drive over.” The boys loaded the girls into General Lee and
then slid in themselves. Bo puts the pedal to the floor and races to the bank. When it
reached the bank, the General slammed to a hard stop, leaving skid marks in the street
and giving out a loud squeel, making the situation even more suspicious than it needs to
be.
“Don’t be long girls!” Bo yelled as Roxanne and her partner slide out of General Lee.
“We won’t,” Joanne said as she looked at Roxanne smiling. Roxanne then loosened the
button that holds the flap on her purse closed. A weapon of some kind is obviously
concealed. The girls strut casually up the stairs and into the bank. Before entering they
quickly pull masks out of their purses and throw them on. The two ladies smile at each
other. Meanwhile, the boys were in General Lee (note the engine is running) passing the
time.
“Yaaahoo!” Bo yelled. “What a day, first Boss drops them charges, and now Roxanne and
Joanneare money in the bank!”
“Remember the last time you said that Bo? We had to jumpstart General Lee cause the
keys were in my pants a couple of girls stole off us…Not to mention the prize money!”
Luke said.
“Yeah, don’t remind me!” Bo replied.
“Strange…Why Boss would drop the charges is beyond me…” Luke rubbed his chin.
“Did you see the look on Rosco’s face? Haha, I’ll never forget that!” Bo chuckled. Luke
replied with some laughter of his own. Inside the bank, the girls were work their magic.
“ALRIGHT! EVERYBODY THROW THEIR BELONGINGS ON THE GROUND AND
DROP TOTHE FLOOR!” Roxanne screamed militarily. Everyone in the bank turned to
the masked bandits in shock,as if they’ve never seen such activity in Hazzard (I’m
supposin’ they all don’t get out much in Hazzard County). “C’MON, DO IT!” Roxanne
ordered, flashing her 38 calliber. Everyone did as they were told and very nervously
layed face down on the floor. Joanne did the same. “JO, take care of the teller and I’ll
getTHEIR stuff…and see if you can’t get that safe open!” Meanwhile, the boys were just
fiddling around in General Lee impatiently, waiting for the girls.
“What’s takin them girls so long… they gettin a first rate home extacy loan or somethin?”
Bo crosses his arms in frustration.
“That’s EQUITY loan…..Ya know Bo? It’s too bad there ain’t a bucket of cold water in
this car cause if there was I’d have to throw it on ya!” Luke jokingly replied.
“Cute.” Bo was not amused. Back inside, Roxanne was swiping the poor customers’
belongingswhile Joanne was working on the teller. She was having a tough time getting
Rose Ellen (the teller) to do anything.
“WILL YOU CALM DOWN??” Joanne sounded frustrated while pointing the gun at poor
Rose Ellen. “Look, you don’t even have to do it fast…just fill the money bags nice and
slow…take your time.” Joanne figured on resorting to being to nice.
“Okay…”Rose Ellen replied, while sobbing heavily. Trying to wipe her tears she started
tossing wads of money into the bag, some of them missing the bag altogether and falling
to the floor.
“Oh good grief…” Joanne mumbled to herself. “Okay, while you’re doing that, you think
you can tell me the combination to the vault without crying?”
“26, 42, 35, 6, 7, 18!”Rose Ellen blurted out quickly.
“Well, at least you’re good for SOMETHING!” Joanne smiled and quickly ran to the bank
vault,reciting the combination to herself.
“Will you c’mon?” Roxanne said. “I’m finished with my half of the job!”
“Oh will you shut up, Roxxy?” Joanne replied. Try dealing with HER (referring to Rose
Ellen) for one minute!” Joanne opens the safe. “JACKPOT!” Outside the boys were still
waiting. About five minutes pass.
“Hey Luke, you ever wonder why women take so long makin a withdrawl from the
bank?” Bo asked Luke in a daze.
“Probly the same reason they take so long gettin’ ready for a date,” Luke replied. The
girls race out of the bank with bags and bags of money and personal belongings. The
boys turn and look at the girls in disbelief. They both toss the bags of money into General
Lee, some of them hitting Bo in the face. Bo and Luke are so taken by the confusion that
they don’t have time to react. Roxanne flashes her pistol at Bo as she slides in.
“DRIVE! And NO funny business!” Roxanne orderd, with her 38 pointed straight at Bo’s
head.
“Uh…yes ma’am.” Bo puts the General into gear and floors it, as if he’s quite familiar with
this situation. As they take off, Rose Ellen peaks out the window through the blinds and
sees the General pullaway. It seems as if Boss’s plan worked like a charm.
“See Bo? I told ya! You had to say ‘money in the bank,’ didn’t ya?” Luke said to Bo as he’s
staringat Joanne’s 38.
“That ain’t funny Luke,” Bo Replied. “Where we goin, anyway?”
“Just you drop us of at that Bird’s Nest place so we can get away from this jerkwater town
in something tasteful.”
“Uh, that’s the BOAR’S Nest, Roxxy!” Joanne corrected her.
“Whatever! Just DRIVE pretty boy!” Bo gave Roxanne a dirty look, and continued on.
“So I guess the lake is off, huh?” Bo figured he’d give it a try. While the boys were racing
to the Bird’s….ahem..BOAR’s Nest, against their will, Rose Ellen at the bank made a call
to the Hazzard County Sheriff’s office. Unable to reach anybody, she called Boss at his
office at the Boar’s Nest and told him everything that happened. So Boss raised Rosco on
the CB.
“This is J.D. Hogg callin’ Sheriff Rosco Coltrane, over?” There was no answer. “ROSCO
will you answer me you jackass, over?” There was still no answer.
“ROOOOOSCOOOOO!!!!” Rosco suddenly awoke from his nap under a shady tree.
Quickly, he ran to his patrol car and grabbed the CB.
“Rosco here, Boss! Cee cee! Go ahead little fat buddy….over?”
“Will you hush up and listen good? A couple of girls just robbed my bank!! And they
made their getaway in that orange clunker car the General Lee…and the Duke Boys were
drivin!” Boss was pretending to sound as if he had no idea the bank was going to be
robbed. “Now I want you to to find that car and arrest all four of em, over?”
“Boss, you don’t gotta explain nothin to me, you told me all about this at the Boar’s Nest,
remember? Cee cee!” Rosco very stupidly said over the air.
“ROSCO!! We’re on the air!!….You IDIOT! You dang blasted IDIOT!” Boss screamed
into the reciever angrilly. “Ahhh nevermind! You just catch them Duke Boys…..or else,
YOU will BE….”
“The night watchman at the gravel pit on Sumptner Road.” Rosco intterupted Boss. “I’m
gone!”The sheriff throws it in reverse and turns around, headed back in the direction of
town. After raising Enos on the CB, he told him what happened and to keep a look out
for the Dukes. Meanwhile, the boys’ luck was about to get worse as they headed for the
Boar’s Nest. Then again, so was Boss’s.
“Well, you Duke Boys are dumber than Boss Hogg said you are!” Roxanne said to Bo in
an evil tone. As the General sped up the narrow dirt road, a Hazzard County patrol car
was heading towards it from the opposite direction. Enos was in the driver’s seat.
“Well whats THAT suppost to….? OH NO! Looks like Enos! Hang on everybody!” Bo
turns the wheel sharply to the right, skidding forward, forcing Enos to turn to the right
himself, and off the road. Dirt flies as Enos veeres off into a ditch. The General skids to
a stop.
“Looks like he’s okay,” Bo said.
“Will you GET MOVING?? We’re kind of in a hurry here!” Roxanne yelled as she waves
her gun at Bo.
“The BOAR’s NEST, right?” Bo screams loud enough for Enos to hear, and puts the pedal
to the floor. The General takes off, leaving Enos behind.
“Hey Sheriff? This here’s Enos! I just past the Duke Boys going north …I overheard ’em
say they’re headed back towards the Boars Nest!”
“Hot dang, we got em now! Cee cee!” Rosco replied.
After a couple of tries Enos manages to back his way out of the trench, and heads back
north in the direction of the Boar’s Nest. Meanwhile, Rosco raises Boss on the CB.
“Hey Boss?” Rosco said. “I’ve got good news for ya! Them Dukes are headed back to the
Boar’s Nest, just like we planned, and I’ll be right there to clap the cuffs on em, cee cee!
over?”
“Well you better! Or else..YOU will BE…..” Boss replied.
“The night watchman….” Rosco’s voice trailed off. Rosco was pretty close to the Boar’s
Nest because it wasn’t long before he pulled into the lot. He parks behind the back wall,
where he could be concealed quite nicely. The General quickly pulled in a couple of
minutes later spitting up dirt and dust as it came to a stop.
“ALRIGHT GET OUT BLONDY!” Roxanne commanded. Bo started to quickly slide out.
“SLOWLY!”
“Right,” Bo replied and did as he was told . Roxanne slid out the right passenger door,
still trying to keep the gun aimed at Bo. Bo stood still with his hands casually raised
while Roxanne approached him with pistol in hand. She waved it to her left signalling
Bo to move over.
“Alright now YOU, plowboy!” Roxanne said.
“Nice and slow, Jo said, while holding Luke at gunpoint. Luke slid out the door and
stood next to Bo. Jo followed and slid out the other door, pointing the gun in the
direction of the boys. They slowly started to back away towards the getaway car. Sheriff
Rosco appeared from beyong the wall.
“FREEEEEZE!” Rosco yelled as he pointed his gun with both hands at everybody. He
slowly approached the four. Enos pulls into the lot and makes his way towards the scene.
“Alright I don’t want ya horsin’ around cause I won’t hesitate to use this weapon! YOU
two! Drop them guns!” The girls do not comply. “I’m serious, now…do it!!” Rosco was
becoming more angry by the minute. They finally give in and drop their pistols.
“Now…kick em over towards me!” The girls comply. Rosco picks up both guns and
shove them in his pockets. “You didn’t think I’d get ya huh? Well I gotcha! Cee cee cee!”
Enos opens the door and stands up with an ill look on his face, worried about Bo and
Luke. “Now…you’re ALL under arrest! Enos? put the cuffs on em and read em their
rights!!”
“Wait, hold on Rosco we didn’t DO anything!” Luke testified.
“That’s right, we were hostages,” Bo said as Enos was cuffing Bo and Luke’s hands
together.
“Well you can that to the federal judge, Cee cee!” Rosco said with a grin.
“Y’all have the right to remain…” Enos is interrupted as Boss steps out from his office
door.
“MY MONEY!! MY MONEY!! Hahahaha!” Boss hobbles trying to run toward the
General.He sticks his head inside to grab the money bags. “Oh look at it, look at it…it’s all
here!!” A crowd starts to form outside. In that crowd is cousin Daisy. She runs towards
the scene.
“I’m mighty sorry bout this boys!” Enos said, ashamed. Boss sticks his head out of
General Lee with money bags in hand.
“Rosco, you arrest these four bandits and throw em in the huscow!” Boss commanded.
“Enos!, you take them boys into town and throw em in the holding cell! ROSCO! Cuff
them girls and stay here with me!” Rosco does what he’s told. Enos walks the boys to his
patrol car and puts them in.Daisy runs up to him.
“Enos, whats goin’ on?” Daisy asked, grabbing his shoulder.
“I’m sorry Daisy….” Enos slams the back door and gets in the drivers seat.
“DAISY!” Luke yelled. “Get Uncle Jesse, will ya?”
“But Luke, what about you two?” Daisy replied.
“Just do it!” Luke said. Daisy runs to her car and tries to raise Jesse on the CB. There’s no
answer. Enos pulls his car up in front of the General Lee and attaches it to his rear
bumber with a chain. After which he pulls out of the lot and heads for town.
“Okay folks, shows over, nothin’ to see here!” Boss yells. The crowd begins to disperse.
“Well, well well…you girls did your jobs quite nicely,” Boss whispered. “NOW…it’s time
to discuss payment….hehehe!ROSCO!! walk these girls inside will ya?”
“Right Boss,” Rosco replied. He scoots the girls, who are still cuffed together, into the
office door, following Boss. Boss heads for his safe, to get the 20 thousand.
“Now now now…lemme see that was ten thousand for the both of ya right?” As he was
turning the dial.
“That’s…a PIECE,” Jo corrected Boss.
“I’m sorry…where is my head today? Hahaha…” Boss said, looking at both of them.
“Rosco, take them cuffs off will ya? They ain’t prisoners no more!”
“Ooooh….” Rosco said as he scrambles to put the key in. After a couple of unsuccessful
attempts, Rosco gets the cuffs off. “And here are your guns back ladies…cee! ” Rosco
hands the girls over their pistols politely and walks towards Boss.
“Thank you Sheriff,” Roxy said, smiling. Boss counts the 20 thousand out and gives it to
the both of them. “And we’ll be taking the contense of that safe as well, Mister Hogg!” as
she points the gun at Boss, who’s eyes widen.
“AAAHH!!” Boss screamed.
“DWOOO!! Rosco grabs onto Boss.
“Wait just a second here! We had a deal!” Boss said as he was staring down both barrels.
“Well now, Mister Hogg, I would think YOU of all people would understand our
reasoning, huh?” Jo said. She grabs one of the emptier money sacks from off of Boss’s
table. “FILL IT…NOW!”
“Alright alright alright!” Boss replied, almost tearful as he grabs the sack and fills it with
everything from his safe….”Of all the lyin…double crossin, no good…” Boss whsipered.
“Boss, you forgot deceiptful!” Rosco said.
“Will you hush up?” Boss replied.
“Jo, grab that bank money, will ya?” Roxy said. Jo starts picking up sacks.
“No…not the BANK money!!! Ahh…dag nabbit Rosco, whyd’a have to go and give em
back their gunslike that?” Boss finishes filling the sack. Roxy grabs it from him.
“Well I was just bein’ polite!” Rosco said. Boss takes off his hat and smacks Rosco with
it. “Roscooo….if we get outa this alive, I’ll KILL you!”
“Both you two hush up!” Roxy ordered, as she waved her gun at them.
“Dwooooh!” Rosco replied, grabbing Boss and using him as a human shield.
Meanwhile, Daisy was on the phone with Uncle Jesse, having no idea what was going on
in the next room. “I’m tellin ya Uncle Jesse, I have NO idea what’s going on…all I saw
was Enos driving the boys offto jail! And there was two other girls in handcuffs, that’s all
I know….and one more thing..Boss Hogg and Sheriff Rosco had big smiles on their
faces!”
“Well, that’s typical of J.D. and Rosco…Alright, Daisy, you go back to workin since there
ain’t much else you can do right now…I’m a’headed down to the jailhouse to find out
what’s goin’ on!” Jesse hangs up the phone and grabs his lucky red hat. Meanwhile, the
girls sneak out the back door with all of Boss Hogg’sand the county’s money. After
tossing it in the backseat of their souped up Mustang, they take off headed for the state
line. Back in Boss’s office, Boss and Rosco are handcuffed together, while Rosco is
handcuffed to Boss’s wine closet.
“Well can’t ya get loose???” Boss asked with concern.
“Nothin’ doin, Boss, Rosco replied…we’re stuck here lke a fly on a spider web, cee cee
cee! You know something Boss? Maybe if i lift the leg i can slide it through….”
“You can’t jackass, the legs are all bolted to the floor!” Boss replied.
“Ooooh…well maybe we can yell for help!” Rosco suggested.
“We can’t do that either, numskull! Rememeber? I had the office soundproofed last
month to keep nosyevesdroppers like Daisy Duke from listenin’ in on my plans!” Boss
said. While Boss and Rosco were all hung up, the girls were headed outa town faster
than Boss to a refrigerator.
“Haha! We did it Roxy,” Jo screamed, tossing some small bills out the window.
“Quit that!” That money don’t grow on trees, ya know!” Roxy said.
“Sorry, heheh… Hey, this ain’t the way we came in! Roxy, I think we’re going the wrong
way!” Jo seemed concerned. Nonsene… I know where I’m going!” (Little does she know
that that road takes them right back to town)
“I still say….” Jo was interrupted.
“Will you HUSH?” Roxy said. The bright yellow mustang speeds towards town. Enos,
meanwhile,was driving towards the jail, with Bo and Luke in the backseat The bright
white patrol car, with sirens flashing, pulls to a slow stop in front of the courthouse.
Enos steps out of his car while Bo and Luke are pleading their case in the back.
“Enos, please…you gotta believe us!” Bo pleaded.
“C’mon, we were hostages for Pete sake!” Luke added.
“I’m sorry fellas, I know y’all didn’t have anything to do with it….but Sheriff Coltrane…I
… I gotta do what he says to do.” Enos opens the back door and the boys climb out,
cuffed together even.
“But….” Bo was interrupted by Luke.
“No sense in beatin’ a dead horse Bo,” Luke replied. “Now we KNOW which side of the
tracks Enos rides on.”
“Wait, hold on now, boys I never said….” Enos was interrupted by Bo and Luke’s
bickering. Meanwhile, our bandit friends were headed right for town square.
“Oh great…you were RIGHT Jo! We ARE headed the wrong way!!” Roxy said.
“I’d say ‘I told ya so’, but it’d be too easy,” Jo said smugly.
“Funny…well, let’s just run through this traffic circle and head back the other way,” (note
that Hazzard Square is one big traffic circle, so you can enter and leave town the same
way you came in one motion) The Mustang speeds through the square at incredible
speed, tearing up the asphalt as it goes. Enos starts to escort Bo and Luke into the
courthouse/jail when he hears the screetching of tires. The three stop and stareat the
speeding Mustang convertible. “Jo, look!” Roxy yelled. The girls pass the parked patrol
car. “Oh no!” He spotted us!!
“Possum on a gumbush! Them bankrobbers escaped!!” Enos starts to squirm.
“Well…we gotta go after em!” Luke said.
“Y’all gonna have to ride in the back with me!” Enos said.
“I think we’d have a better chance if you let us help!” Luke replied.
“I dunno…Sheriff Rosco’d skin me alive if I let you boys go!” Enos said.
“Well just think what Boss and Rosco ‘ll do to ya if them bank robbers get away!” Bo
added.
“Well….alright!” Enos agreed as he uncuffed the boys. But y’all gotta promise to turn
yourselves in once we catch em!”
“Sure thing Enos!” Luke said. “C’mon Bo, we got some bank robbers to catch!”
“Yaahoooooo!!!” Bo scrambled to get the chain off of General Lee. The two Duke boys
slide into the windows. Enos takes off after the robbers, sirens blazing, followed by Bo
and Luke. Followed by….Uncle Jesse? Yes, Uncle Jesse, who joins the chase when he
pulls into the square to see the General Lee and a Hazzard patrol car taking off at high
speed.
“Now what??” Uncle Jesse said to himself. “Things happen so fast around here I can
hardly keep upanymore!”
“Deputy Enos Strate calling Sheriff Rosco! I’m in hot pursuit of them e’x’caped bank
robbers and I’m closin’ in!” No answer. “Sheriff?” Still no answer. “Sheriff???” Bo and
Luke were listening in on the police channel. Rosco meanwhile was struggling to reach
the CB.
“Did ya hear that? That dipstick just might catch em…Oww!! Rosco!! You’re yankin’ my
arm!! You can’t reach it so quit tryin’!” Boss commanded.
“But Boss…I just…” Rosco said.
“You don’t suppost somethin’ happened to Boss and Rosco do ya?” Bo said, concerned.
“Well, whatever’s happened to them we’ll have to deal with later,” Luke replied. Bo
looks in the rear view mirror.
“It’s Unlce Jesse!!” Bo said.
“Haha, guess Daisy gave him the messege!” Luke said. Luke turns the CB dial to channel
6, Jesse’s usual frequency. “Jesse, this here’s Luke, you got your ears on?”
“Go ahead Luke….what’s been happenin?” Jesse replied.
“Well, it’s a long story, so I’ll keep it short…. A coupla girls are gettin away with every red
cent of the banks money, and we may need your help to get it back! Just stay close
behind us, alright?”
“I copy that Luke… if we don’t get that money back today there’s gonna be a lot of angry
customers at the bank tomorrow!” While the boys and Jesse were closing in on the
robbers, Boss and Rosco were all tied up.
“Good news Boss, good news!! ” Said Rosco as he discovered he had a handcuff key on
his belt buckle.
“What?” Boss asked.
“Guess what!….look! look!” Rosco replied as he showed the key to Boss.
“OOOHHH, Thank Heaven, thank Heaven!” Boss rejoiced. “Wait a minute….you mean
to tell me that you had the key ALL THIS TIME???”
“Oooooh…oooh…well uh..” Rosco replied. Boss snatched Rosco’s hat and made a
motion to swing it at him. “Listen…Boss…wait, whoahh!!” Rosco ducked as Boss
repeatedly clubbed him with it.”Wait…gee gee! Boss….the bank robbers, we gotta catch
em rememeber?”
“That’s right!!” Boss said as he stopped swinging. “C’mon, c’mon Rosco, get these cuffs
off!! We gotta save my money!!” Rosco then proceeded to jiggle the key into the
handcuff slot. Meanwhile, Roxy and Jo were dealing with problems of their own. Jo
could faintly hear a police siren coming up from behind her.
“Oh no!! that sheriff is comin’ up behind us!!” Jo said as she looked over her shoulder.
“And them Duke boys are right behid him! Step on it Roxy!!” Roxanne puts the pedal to
the floor and puts it into fifth gear. They start to pull away. Enos puts the pedal to the
floor himself, but is unable to catch up.
“Lucas I do believe they’re gettin’ away!” Bo said as he watched the Mustang pull away
down the road.
“I don’t even think the General could beat that thing on a stragihtaway without a real
good tuneup!!” Luke said. As the bandits were getting away, Boss and Rosco were about
to join the chase.
“C’mon Rosco, take your car and go after em!!” Boss ordered as he ran towards Rosco’s
patrol car, scrambling to put on his hat, followed by Rosco, with keys in hand. Rosco
hops in and starts to back up, before Boss could get in. “Rosco you dang doedoe!! Wait
for me, wait for me!” Rosco stops to let Boss in.
“Ooohh, I’m sorry Boss!” Rosco said. He flips on the siren, and they take off to see if
they can’t catch the robbers. “Enos, this is your superior officer speakin!! Now where’d
you say them robbers were headed? C’mon?”
“Sheriff!!! They’re headed west towards the state line!!” Enos hollared, as Bo, Luke, and
Jesse were listening in on the CB as well.
“The state line? That’s only 5 miles ahead! Luke said with concern.
“That’s right!” Bo agreed. “Hey, if we don’t catch em before they cross the state line….”
“It could all be over!!” Luke said. “Unless……Enos, this here’s Luke! I think we can keep
em from crossin’ the state line if we can get em turned into ehhh……Hopkin’s Trail!
Now, you can play cat and mouse with em while Bo takes one of his world famous
shortcuts!”
“That’s a 10-4 fellas, good luck!” Enos said.
“You fellas be careful,” Jesse added.
“Bo, cut across that dry river bed, we can cut em off that way!” Luke hollared.
“Hang on cousin! Yahooooo!!!” Bo yelled as he turned the wheel sharply to the right.
The General veers off the pavement into a dry river bed, gliding across the dry dirt,
spreading up dust.
“Did ya hear that Rosco?” Boss asked. “Now you head over to Hopkin’s Trail on the
double!”
“I’m gone!” Rosco replied, as they turned onto a dirt road.
“State line’s just two miles ahead,” Jo said to Roxy. We’re gonna make it!”
“Don’t speak too soon, Jo!” Roxy pointed to the right at the river bed. “Look!” The
General Lee climbs up the hill of the river bed, towards the road.
“There’s Hopkin’s Trail, Bo!” Luke yelled. “Cmon, get her up on the road!”
“I’m tryin’ Luke…hold on!” Bo turns the wheel to the left and brings the car on the
pavement,, a few feet in front of the bandits in their Mustang.
“Damn!” Roxy bickered as she turned the wheel to avoid hitting the back end of the
General. “What do we do now?? They got us trapped like a hen in a foxhouse!!”
“Turn off on this next road up ahead!” Jo hollared. Roxy turns off onto Hopkin’s Trail,
while Bo con-tinues straight.
“Alright!!!” Luke yelled.
“Yeeehhaaa!” Bo gave Luke a high five, and hooked a 180 to turn around.
“We lost em, Jo!” Roxy said. Meanwhile, Enos, followed by Unlce Jesse, turned onto
Hopkin’s Trail.
“Hey Luke, now what?” Bo asked, as he turned left onto Hopkins Trail. “All we did was
buy us some time!”
“We’ll just have to keep after em til we can catch a break!” Luke said. Meanwhile, the
girls were speeding down Hopkin’s Trail, with more money in the backseat then the Duke
Family has ever earned in their two hundred years in the states. Meanwhile, Rosco was
heading towards Hopkin’s Crossing on Gretnidge Road.
“C’mon, can’t this thing go any faster?” Boss asked, frustrated.
“Well Boss, if you wouldn’t pocket so much of the county’s tax money we’d have better
patrol cars!”Rosco replied smugly.
“Look, there’s Hopkin’s Crossing!” Boss yelled, pointing to the sign. The bandits were
headed towards the crossing from the south, while Boss and Rosco were heading towards
it from the east.(now i’ll bet you’re all way ahead of what’s comin’).
“ROXY LOOK OUT!!” Jo screamed as the Hazzard County Patrol Car pulled out in front
of the crossing. Roxy tries to turn away but is too late as their Mustang slides into
Rosco’s car on the drivers side.
“AAAHHHH!!!!” Enos screamed as he slid his car into the mustang convertable, creating
a nice little sandwhich of cars, spitting up dust and debris everywhere. Jesse slows his
pickup to a stop and gets out, followed by Bo and Luke.
“Would ya look at that?? Hahahah!” Uncle Jesse chuckles. Bo walks up to Jesse and
puts an armaround Jesse’s shoulder.
“Have you ever seen a prettier sight in your life?” Bo said, laughing, viewing the carnage
of automobiles. Enos quickly gets out of his car with gun in hand.
“Alright….FREEZE! FREEEEEEEZE!!!!” Rosco yelled as he drew his gun, still sitting in
his wrecked patrol car.
“ROSCO you doe doe !!” Boss hit Rosco with his arm. “Get my money will ya??”
“Ooh..right Boss….ENOS!! Get the money will ya, dipstick?” Rosco ordered, while Bo
and Luke laugh in the background.
“Right Sheriff!” Enos grabs the guns from the backseat and hands them to Luke, who
helps him confescate them. The girls have their hands in the air, while Boss runs towards
Enos to grab the money bags. Rosco gets out the passenger side to approach the girls and
handcuff them.
“My money, my money, my beautiful money!!! HAHAHAHA! I’ll never let you get away
again!”Boss kisses the money bags with glee.
“You mean…the county’s money, J.D.” Jesse corrected him.
“That’s what I meant Jesse…once I deduct the money they stole from me..” Boss added.
“Ooohh, Boss, you mean the money you paid the girls to frame the Dukes?” Rosco asked,
as he placed the girls into the backseat of his patrol car.
“ROSCOOOO!!!” Boss screamed.
“Wait just a minute…” Bo said suspiciously. “You mean this whole thing was a dang
frame-up?”
“Well then, looks like we’re in the clear then, huh, Bo?” Luke said confidently.
“No no no no…you AIN’T!!” Boss said authoritavely. Rosco…see..this hot sun is gettin’ to
him,he don’t quite no what he’s sayin….DO YA ROSCO!” Rosco does not answer.
“Alright alright…you Dukes couldn’t prove nothin’ anyway even if ya tried! There’s about
a dozen witnesses….including the bank teller, that will testify that you were aidin’ and
abettin’ these here girls! Rosco, arrest them Duke Boys!”
“Just a minute Hogg!” Jo interrupted. “You arrest these boys and we blow the whistle on
you! Right Roxy?”
“Right Jo,” replied Roxy. “If these boys go to jail we’ll say we took em hostage…and
testify thatYOU paid us off!”
“But YOU can’t….Ahhhhh!!!” Boss grumbled, frustrated, throwing his white hat at the
ground and stomping on it.
“HAHAHAHAHAH!” The Dukes all laugh in unison. Luke starts to disarm the two guns
the girls were carrying, and makes a shocking discovery. “Say girls? Do you always
forget to load your pistols before pulling a heist?” Bo begins laughing histarically . The
girls both smile at Bo and Luke. Naturally, Boss looked at Rosco with his usual
disatisfaction. “Rosco. You’d better be a fast runner,” Cause when I catch
you….you’ll be breathin’ through your hat!!!”
“Ooohh…Boss! Listen…I didn’t know the guns were….ooh…ahhh!” Rosco’s voice trails off
as he races to get away from Boss, who chases him down the road.
“You know, he’s pretty fast for a fat little marshmellow, ain’t he?” Jesse remarked.
So that’s the legend of how Bo and Luke Duke survived the first “double date” bank heist
in the history of Hazzard County. It was later found out that Luke was right, the girls
never DID load their guns. They just hoped nobody would notice! Regardless, the
“unarmed bandits” were sentenced to ten years in the state pen . Boss had to drop all of
his phony charges against the Dukes, but got a good workout when he chased Rosco… for about five miles. Everybody ought to get a little something out this, shouldn’t they?

David’s Song

by: Essy Jane

Luke and Daisy were looking around for Bo. He had been having a very bad day, it being his birthday and all. Bo’s mom died giving birth to him and a year later on the same day his father too was killed. Bo never got to meet his parents nor would he ever. So he always considered what they would be like but never knew beyond the fact that they gave him life.

Bo knew that not even Uncle Jesse could make up for the lost years that Bo had missed. But maybe he could give Bo some mental picture to how his father had been. His mother would never be able to be told as well as Uncle Jesse could speak of his Dad.

It wasn’t possible to sum up all the wonderful things she did in this world. But that was because everyone would cry even when they heard her name. Marie-Lynn was such a beautiful person in all aspects. She had all the grace and understanding as anyone would or could ever have.

Luke and Daisy found Bo in the barn feeding the baby goat some milk. “Hey y’all how are ya?” Bo asked. He brushed away his tears softly.

“Bo, you can’t be driven to this every time you have a birthday. You have to be happier than that,” Daisy commented as she sat down beside him. Bo shrugged and turned towards her.

“I am poison Daisy, they died because of me.”

“You can’t believe that!”

“I don’t, I’m just sick of not having any parents. At least you know your dad is alive Luke. I know you don’t want to see him but you know he’s alive. Daisy, your Mom and Dad wanted you to live a good life instead of moving around with the army all the time. You know your Dad is alive at least.”

They stopped for a minute, they realized the depths of Bo’s sorrow and how he felt towards his parent’s deaths. How many people had to deal with that at such a young age? Bo had to see the reality at a young age how bad things happen to good people.

Uncle Jesse walked in and sat down on a bundle of hay. He looked at Daisy and at Luke and knew that they wanted to help Bo. Uncle Jesse wanted to keep him in good spirits. He loved all of his brothers and sisters. But the one that meant the most to him had to have been David. Bo’s dad was a miracle worker in Jesse’s eyes.

“You see this is when I’m supposed to tell you that everything is going to be all right. But every year you tell me that you know it is. However every year you’re sad again. So I am going to tell you something about your daddy that you can tell yourself every year,” Uncle Jesse said.

His words seem to fade into a story, a story that would be remembered for a very long time.

<Jesse’s story>

Jesse woke up that morning and stretched to his arms out far. He turned off his alarm clock smashing it hard. It was almost hard enough to break it. He couldn’t believe he had to wake up this early. 3:00 Am to make sure all the chores were done around the house. It was his curse. It had been six months since his parents had died but it almost seemed like an eternity. Jesse had just turned 18 years old and was already the head of the family. He would have to get everyone’s lunch made and feed all the animals. Then look after the crops.

Sometimes his friend Jefferson Davis Hogg would help. He wasn’t that bad, Jeff had a nice personality to him. Jesse liked him as a friend though sometimes his ideas were twisted. But Jesse liked him just the same. Jeff was a little bit on the chubby side; even then he had quite the desire for food. When Jesse was finished with the animals, Jeff was just driving up in his 1936 ford car. “Are you still working with the farm Jesse V. Duke? Boy oh boy, we could have gone and made a run of shine all ready. Your family needs the money,” Jeff told Jesse.

“Yeah well it’s hard to send seven kids off to school and try to get this farm in order. John and Tommy had to get jobs as janitors. I hated taking them out of school but I had no choice. This is the worst! Those kids earned the right to go to school,” Jesse exclaimed.

“I’m sorry; this must be murderous for you. But I hear each and every one of your brothers and sisters are making quite the grades. I bet you’re proud of them.”

“Oh I am very proud to even know them. I mean David has got straight A’s on every test. He’s going to be a great man one day.”

“I believe it! With an older brother like you, none of these guys can go wrong you are amazing.” Jesse smiled at his friend. He wondered how he could go wrong in life. With his brothers by his side nothing could happen to him. No one could hurt them.

Jenny walked out of the house bare foot. “Jesse, I had a bad dream!” She screamed. Jesse put an arm around his youngest sister who was nine years old.

“What was it about Jenny?” Jesse asked.

“Mom and Dad’s funeral again; I can’t get it out of my mind. I miss them so much.” David came running outside.

“Jenny you’re bare foot. I can’t believe that you would go out like this in the middle of the morning. You know how cold it is,” David stated he looked at Jesse- “Don’t worry Jess, I’ll take her into the house and give her some hot cocoa. Jenny you had a terrible dream again? I have that dream all the time but I have to remember…” Their voices faded as they went into the house.

“I better wait until those ankle bitters go to school before taking you anywhere. It wouldn’t be right. Your place is with them,” Jeff mumbled.

“Why are you such a good friend?” Jesse questioned.

“Well because without a good friend you’d crumble.”

“You’d crumble without nine meals a day.” Jesse slapped Jeff’s fat gut.

“Are you talking about this old bowl of jelly here? Why this is just office furniture. It will go down in a few years.”

“Yeah sure, slide down on account of it’s too big for the belt.”

“You’ll see Jesse; I’m going to be the skinniest man in Hazzard.”

“In your dreams Jeff, you’ll keep that. Every little bit of it and you will probably gain more fat.” Jesse’s predictions were right, Jefferson Davis Hogg would be larger than a house with a wife to match but let’s get back to the story.

Now after the kids were all at school, Jesse and JD out ran the law as usual. They delivered Jesse’s finest shine just to make sure they got the finest money out of it. The strangest thing was that when they ran Jesse’s shine, the two boys received more money.

“Jesse you can keep this round of it, you’re trying to save up for collage funds here. I’m just working for myself. I mean I am almost done law school. I’m going to be a man that works over police. It will be great,” Jeff told Jesse. Jesse smiled at his friend knowing how wonderful this man must be. He couldn’t believe the times that they had together. Jeff knew everything about Jesse just as Jesse knew everything about Jeff.

As they drove home in separate vehicles Jesse thought a lot about his life. He didn’t like taking care of his family all that much. Maybe it was because he wanted to go traveling or was it because he just wanted to seek a life beyond the farm? No one could really tell with Jesse. It wasn’t that he didn’t love them…Jesse was too young to be a parent. He didn’t have the urge to do so anymore. Being a teenager is one thing. But raising a family and being a teenager was a whole different ball game.

His brothers all had to take jobs. Even David babysat other kids to make money for the family. It was hard for Jesse to ask them to do stuff like that but he did. Time went on, things got easier for the Dukes but there was always still that challenge.

Two days later…

As Jesse got home from running errands, David was already there. “Why are you home?” Jesse asked. It was still two in the afternoon and most kids would be at school working hard on their studies.

“I had to play hooky from school for the past two weeks to baby-sit for the Henderson’s and they have some sort of rash all over them. I didn’t know what the heck it was but thought it could be chicken pox. But I’m not sure,” David replied. Jesse looked at David with distress. He thought that for sure this had something from one of those kids. Jesse felt his forehead. Sure enough Cooper had a fever.

“Show me your palms Cooper!” His palms were covered in a rash. Jesse screamed out loud. He was infected with small pox. This is a very infectious virus and could easily result in death.

“What’s wrong Jesse?”

“You have small pox! I don’t want you to get scared but this is a deadly virus. A lot of people die from this. None of the kids can come in this house until it is sterilized completely.”

“You’re saying I’m going to die?”

“I’m saying this is a deadly thing. I’m not saying that you aren’t going to live. Nevertheless people who have come out of this have become blinded. Some people don’t live either. But we aren’t going to let this stand in our way. We are Dukes and Dukes are strong. You are not going to give up, I won’t let you.”

“I’m scared.”

“So am I.” David began to tremble. He didn’t want to face the fact that he might die.

Jesse arranged that the whole family would stay at his friend’s farm. His name is Magnus Strate. He has a high school sweetie that Jesse turned down constantly. This was only because the Magnus loved her more than anything else. Kimmie Jackson is a wonderful person and those two were made for each other. With that big smile of hers and those eyes of blue, it’s not a wonder she was sought after. But Magnus would always be Jesse’s friend.

The next few days would be the most critical for David. You could hear a mild moaning noise from the next room as Jesse got David’s broth ready. “Jesse! My back it hurts!” David exclaimed.

“I know David, hang on,” Jesse replied. There wasn’t much he could do for his brother. Keep him comfortable and hope he lived. Jesse knew that he may get sick. Then again her may not.

“Jesse!” Jesse walked into the room and set the bowl of broth down on the night stand and sat beside David. The rash had spread all up his arms and legs, almost reaching his stomach but not quite. Jesse had to sit David up to give him the small sips of broth. His back ached with the pains of the small pox.

“I’ll get you a hot compress for your back okay? It might make you feel better.” David nodded. Jesse shook his head and sighed. He didn’t know how to ease David’s suffering nor could he. All that Jesse could do was try to make him comfortable.

Jesse first turned David onto his stomach. He walked out of the room leaving poor David to sit on his own thinking about things. Now teenaged boys can’t usually think about the finer things of life. He wanted to give up and die. It wasn’t that he wouldn’t miss anyone because he would. David was in so much pain and he didn’t want to go through it anymore that’s all.

Jesse walked back in. He looked at his brother just lying there. “Jesse, kill me please. I would rather not live through this,” David mumbled.

“Don’t you dare talk that way boy! You have more to live for than anyone of us put together. You’re ahead in your class. They moved you up a grade and you’re going to go to collage. You’re not going to die! Do you hear me?”

“I can’t do this!”

“You are a Duke do you hear me? You can’t die.” The rage built inside Jesse. He wouldn’t let his brother give up the ghost. He had to live. He was Jesse’s little brother. More than that, he was the best friend that Jesse ever had.

When their mom and dad passed on, Jesse didn’t want to go on. But David put a hand on his shoulder and said, “You finally get a comfortable bed huh?’ Jesse laughed and realized that he was the only one who could take care of his family.

“I don’t want to die but I don’t want to live. I can’t stand this pain.”

“David, you should write a poem for me.” David turned his head and wondered what was up with his brother. He was in no mood to write his prize winning poetry. “Something sweet, about anything you want. I don’t care what it is.”

“I’m in pain, in life there seems to be nothing to gain. I look at the drapes on the walls and look down the dark dreary halls. There’s nothing left to live for today, but dying isn’t an option especially this way. I love my family so much; I love them right down to the touch.” David closed his eyes in pain. He couldn’t go on with it. His head hurt and back ached more than anything he’d ever felt. His breathing was getting heavier and heavier.

“What’s wrong?” Jesse jumped right on the bed. He began to rub his brother’s back. He was hoping that nothing would happen to him. Jesse sobbed hard. He didn’t want this to happen to his brother.

“It hurts!” David said from within his teeth. Jesse cradled him in his arms he didn’t know what else to do. David’s breathing regulated and he fell asleep in Jesse’s arms. That night, Jesse didn’t sleep, he couldn’t. He just sat there listening to the wind rattle on the window. His eyes fluttered but not once did he fully close them. Jesse’s brother needed him now more than ever.

Three days later…

That morning David moved his head ever so slightly. He looked up at Jesse who was happy to see he made it through the night. He had a tired smile on his face. David let out a small giggle. “Did I fall asleep like this?” Cooper asked. Jesse rubbed his fingers through Cooper’s hair.

“You made it little brother. I told you that you were strong,” Jesse mumbled. David slid onto his pillow. He was so happy that those nights passed. He was sick as a dog with high fevers. On those days, David could barely move.

“What do I look like right now?”

“You look like you have a bad case of pimples all over you. They must hurt huh?” Cooper tried to pull his arm up to touch one but it just hurt too much. “David, just relax that blond curly hair of yours. Are you planning on letting me give you a hair cut ever in this life time?”

“I told you, Jesse you always cut too much off. I’d rather let Cindy do it.”

“I’m older and wiser than Cindy.”

“Yeah but she doesn’t ruin my hair. I just hope she remembers me if I…”

“You don’t look dead to me so don’t think like that little boy.” Jesse knew that negative thinking wasn’t going to get David any better. It would only make him worse. “You don’t ever talk like that you understand me?”

“When do we know if you’ve got small pox?” The whole room went silent. Jesse didn’t think about that he was going to get it. He didn’t know what he would do with David if he got them. The signs would show from 7 to 21 days. If David lived, he would be infected for three weeks. The first week wasn’t over yet and he was still getting worse. Jesse couldn’t take care of David if he had the same problems as his brother was facing.

“You’ll know in 7 to 21 days.”

“You mean in two days you could have back aches? In two days you could have a rash? What will happen?”

“I will have a fever David like you. Maybe a headache or back pains. Maybe both of them will be there.” David buried his face into his hands and cried. He didn’t want his brother to have to face the same thing as he was at that moment. David loved his brother dearly. He felt that this was a mistake that he could never fix for as long as he lived. If Jesse died, David would never forgive himself.

“This is all my fault.” Jesse’s head popped right up. He knew that David blamed himself for this whole mess but to young Jesse, he blamed himself. After all, Jesse was the one that forced David to take the job. There was no way in the world that Cooper could’ve prevented being infected. The minute he walked into that house he was in danger of being infected.

“If I get sick that’s my own fault. I touched your rash you didn’t stick it on me. But I do have to get some back-up.”

“Well who wants to die right along with us?”

“Once you get smallpox and live you can’t get it again. So who do we know that has had smallpox?”

“Marie-Lynn and if I am not mistaken, your Livonia has had them too.”

Jesse paused and thought about Livonia and how they used to date. He remembered those walks under the moonlight as he sung songs of sweet happiness softly in her ear. That beautiful brown hair and those eyes of deep green drew Jesse near to her. He couldn’t remember the last time when his heart skipped a beat. Jesse could almost smell her sweet perfume as the young man day dreamed away about this gentle flower.

David chuckled softly to himself. He knew how much Livonia meant to him. The only reason why Jesse didn’t ask this wonderful woman to marry him was the children that he was currently looking after, namely his brothers and sisters.

But David had a devilish scheme. A conspiracy that just couldn’t fail, David wanted his brother to be happy. Unfortunately right now, Jesse wasn’t all that happy and it wasn’t fair. David’s plan was simple; he would get his unselfish brother together with the lovely Livonia.

Jesse called up both girls and each came running. School was over anyway and Marie-Lynn knew that she could help David. She loved to help people more than any other thing she had ever did. Marie-Lynn had a crush on David since grade school, which was the other reason she did so.

Livonia on the other hand was willing to drop any chores in the house for Jesse. She knew how much that man sacrificed for his family. She loved his style and Jesse’s patience. He knew what he was doing. She was in love with the man of her dreams.

“Thank you for coming ladies, I didn’t expect both of you to come,” Jesse commented.

“Well David needs me and well…I think that it’s a good idea. I really want to help the boy,” Marie-Lynn stated. She ran towards David’s room in surprise. There was David covered in pimple like spots. She wondered if she was going to be able to help the young boy.

“My dearest Marie-Lynn, I am so glad you are here!” David exclaimed

“David, Are you okay?”

“I’ll be fine, now that you’re here.”

“Sick yet you can still charm a woman.”

“Well I am a Duke.” Marie smiled and touched David’s feverish brow. She looked deep into his eyes and smiled.

“I know you are.”

“I was worried about Jesse doing this while he was sick. It wouldn’t be fair if that happened. I wouldn’t want him to do it,” David replied.

“You love your brother a lot don’t you?”

“Yeah, he’s going to marry Livonia if it’s the last thing we do. He has to. Those two are meant to be together, I know it in my heart Marie-Lynn.”

“We’ll do it together.”

<Present Day>

Bo looked at his Uncle. He wondered how in this world this was possible. “So let me get this straight. Mom and Dad, my mom and dad got you and Aunt Livonia together?” Bo asked. Jesse nodded his head.

“How sweet is that? Uncle David must really love you. I mean he knew that you two were meant to be together,” Daisy added.

“Not only that, he did it while I was about to become sick. I was going to be just as sick as him, probably worse than Cooper was at the time. I didn’t have any will to live my life. It was because I felt that no matter what I did it wasn’t good enough. I felt that I was insignificant and not anything I did was going to change that. I was depressed. I didn’t think that Livonia would want to marry me. When she said yes it was the most amazing thing. But I didn’t roll out of my depression,” Uncle Jesse replied.

“Why wouldn’t she want to marry you Uncle Jesse? Aunt Livonia loved you more than anything. She loved everyone. Aunt Livonia loved you with all her heart and beyond.” Uncle Jesse thought about it with an open heart. He had to remember back to when he was selfish. Uncle Jesse had one of those moments where he wished he wasn’t in a different situation but found that each day made him stronger. Every day he viewed life as a blessing.

“I didn’t think she would want the baggage of nine kids. It wasn’t that I didn’t love her, it’s that I didn’t think she could do what I did every day.”

“She was strong though, you said so yourself. You told us once that she was the strongest woman you knew and that she could tackle any task. A long time ago she looked at us and told us that you were the only man she ever wanted to marry.”

“I was the only man she wanted to marry and Livonia was the only woman I wanted to marry. I needed her just as much as she needed me. Especially the night when I got the rash all over my poor hands that was a night I will never forget.” Everyone edged closer.

“Tell us about it.”

“Na, I think you three had to hear enough.”

“You said this would be a story to remember, keep going. I want to know,” Bo stated.

<Jesse’s story>

David began cry that night as he stared at his brother’s hands. He couldn’t believe it had happened.

“No Jesse! This isn’t happening!” David exclaimed. He stared at his brother coolly.

“David, there’s nothing you could have done. You knew there was a chance I would get it. Nothing you could have done would have prevented it,” Jesse tried to comfort him. His efforts would fail.

“No! You’re the only one who can take care of this family and now you could die.”

“I am not going to die and neither are you.”

“Neither am I? How would you know what the future holds?”

“I don’t, I just know that we can’t let this beat us.”

“I know what you’re going to say, Duke Pride right?”

“Do it for yourself, not for me and not for this family.”

“Oh spare me the lecture Jesse, I don’t want to be here without you.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“How do you know?”

“Because, you’re still here and without you, I can’t make it.” Jesse began to sob. He pulled away and walked out of the room. On the same day, David was getting even worse. He was at stage three and his fever had returned to haunt him. This time, David’s fever was worse then before.

It seemed to take over all his other senses. It was terrible and it got even worse as they went along. For you see, Cooper’s pimple like rash had turned into big budging blisters that hurt more than his muscle pain. He could barely breathe let alone move. All poor Marie-Lynn could do was wet him down with cold towels.

Jesse lied down beside him hoping that the girls could run around freely helping Cooper as he went. “So Jesse,”-David said from within clenched teeth-“How many kids are you going to have?” Jesse looked at his brother wondering if he was a mad man.

“I don’t plan on thinking about children right now,” Jesse replied.

“Well I just wanted to know.” David grabbed tightly onto the bed sheet and closed his eyes tightly.

“I think I will have none.”

“Why no children? You’re great with them.”

“I don’t know, I just think you guys are all I can handle.”

“You have got to be kidding me.” Cooper began breathing hard. He didn’t know what to do about the pain so he clung onto his sheets tighter. Jesse decided that he would tell his brother about his plans. He didn’t want to enclose too much to his little David.

“Well I might have one if I ever marry.”

“You mean when you marry.”

“No, I mean if. Who wants an 18 year old taking care of all these people?”

David’s plan was taking shape; he knew what his next line was going to be. David was sure to get Livonia and Jesse together. His brother deserved happiness more than any other person he knew. Cooper wanted his brother to have the same chances as everyone else. “Why aren’t you getting married?”

“I don’t know if she’ll except.” As Jesse said those words Livonia was standing over him. She tapped her foot impatiently. He smiled and waved to her, not realizing that she had been listening the whole time. It’s weird how people appear at the right moment.

“I would if you asked me Jesse Vance Duke. You just never thought that I would like helping you take care of your brothers and sisters. When all along I have wanted to help you; you know it in your heart. I love you more than life itself and I will be condemned to the outskirts of the universe before I would ever loose you,” Livonia grumbled.

“You mean it?”

“All you have to do is say the word and propose. I will get all the arrangements made. We can be married as soon as your three weeks of sickness are up.”

“I don’t even have enough money for a honeymoon.”

“Who needs a honeymoon when you have each other? It can be just as special at home or at some fancy hotel. You don’t need to have it all.”

“But I want everything for you. Wait a minute…” Jesse ran over towards his mother’s Jewelry box and pulled out a ring that had been handed down from Duke to Duke to put on their bride. Jesse got on one knee he looked at Marie-Lynn and David. Marie-Lynn had tears in her eyes and David, a smile on his face. “Livonia Tracy Colvin, will you do give me the honor of being your husband?”

“I will. I will Jesse I want to be your wife.” Jesse places the 24 karat gold ring on her finger. He then kissed her for a long time. Livonia and Jesse were engaged. There was nothing that was going to change that. But Jesse was still depressed and out of sink with what was important.

He didn’t want to do this anymore. He knew that the smallpox would just affect his attitude even more. Jesse looked at him fiancée and wondered how he was going to pull this off. His muscles ached and he knew it wouldn’t be long before he couldn’t move any more. The thing that hurt most was Jesse’s head. He could barely hold it up.

Jesse toppled over on the floor. “Jesse!” Livonia screamed. David got out of bed and went to his side. Though David had much pain, he lifted his brother and put poor Jesse on the double bed.

“Didn’t that hurt?” Marie-Lynn asked.

“Oh yes, it hurt badly. That’s why my eyes are watering,” David replied. He dropped on the bed in immeasurable pain. Not a muscle on his body was incorruptible. The hurt that the smallpox had brought into his life seemed to only be getting worse. He was howling softly. David looked up at ceiling and stared at the small crack in the soft finish. “That’s where Jesse threw his metal Frisbee and that’s how razor sharp the edges were. We played with that Frisbee so much that the edges went ragged and started to cut our hands. I hated when Dad told us that we had to throw it out.”

“I bet you did.”

“There are so many memories within these walls. There are so many lost thoughts and forgotten trails.”

“Oh David, sometimes that’s the hardest part, remembering. I write everything down.”

“I wish I did. I remember so many things like when Mom and Dad died. There was a big fire and it destroyed half of the house. That was a downside that sent us working faster and harder than ever before. Jesse worked for four months for the money and then built a wall so we wouldn’t have a chill coming in. But he made one slight adjustment. There was a secret tunnel that only he and I knew about. Jesse said it was our hiding place.”

“Why didn’t you tell me about that tunnel? That might cool y’all off. You both have quite the fevers.”

“We can’t walk that far. Besides that I would not think that you could carry us.”

“Is that a challenge David?”

“No but it would be funny to see you carry me.” Marie-Lynn grabbed Cooper by the pants and pulled him across to the kitchen. She pulled him over her shoulder and dragged him around.

“Are you satisfied?”

“How are you doing this?”

“David I am surprised at you. I am a farm girl. I can haul three bundles of hay at a time. You can do more can’t you?” David nodded. “You have to be about the size of nine hay stacks. So I think I am getting better but when you’re well we will test out our strength.”

“That’ll be cheating.”

“Why?” There was a grin on David’s face. Marie-Lynn tapped her foot with impatience. She thought that Cooper would be thinking that it wouldn’t be fair for a girl to go against a young man such as himself.

“Well it’s quite easy to explain actually.”

“Well I am listening David Charles Duke.”

“Well, I might be weakened by this thing and it will be a while before I can do even normal work.”

“Why would you worry about work?”

“The farm isn’t being tended; I can’t let that happen. I have to go feed the chickens and water things or we’ll loose everything.” Marie-Lynn took David back to bed. She knew that he couldn’t walk past the amount that he did when David carried Jesse. It wouldn’t be smart to let him try and do chores.

“You’re not going anywhere. Besides, your brothers are working on the chores. They didn’t want to leave the farm.”

“Which brothers stayed Marie?”

“John and Tommy stayed and they are crazy if you ask me. They’re just there doing chores. I don’t understand how anyone could sleep in the barn.” David couldn’t believe his brothers would do that. One at age 15 and the other 17; both were scatterbrained and never helped around the house as much as they could. Maybe they were starting to grow up.

John put his face to the window and peered in. He looked at Jesse lying on the bed and then at David as he was put down. John knocked on the window as hard as he could. David sat up and waved. Tears ran through John’s eyes at the sight David. He couldn’t believe the sight of his brother.

Marie-Lynn noticed the expression on his face and walked outside towards the young man. She knew the pain that John was facing. She didn’t come in for a few hours. Cooper watched from the window. John seemed to be writing something down. Marie-Lynn brought it in faster than you can say Bob’s your Uncle.

“This is from your brother to you David,” Marie-Lynn stated as she walked out of the room. Her eyes were filled with tears. Cooper opened the letter from his brother. He didn’t know what to expect from him. But the words that he would say could never leave Cooper or Jesse:

Dear David and Jesse,

I looked into that window and saw you two lying in that bed. Jesse, you look like the hope you once had is running out of your belly button. This isn’t good for him or you. I know that you are young but I am going to give you a challenge. You will be better after he is and that’s a fact.

I don’t want to hear none of this I am dying junk because I can loose either of you. Jesse you’re the only one that can keep this family together and I ain’t gonna loose that. Look what you have done for this family.

I mean I see every child going out there with a smile on their faces. Even if that doesn’t mean much to you it means double that to me. We need your guidance. I can’t take care of this family. I am so irresponsible that it scares me.

David, don’t give up on yourself because I never do. I know it seems like this will only get worse but it’s all up to you buddy. I can’t tell you to get well. But I need your help, keep Jesse alive for me. He needs you more than anything right now.

This is the one thing that Jesse needs, you. I need you too. So buckle down and get the job done. David, keep writing while you’re in bed it is important you know. Write something inspiring, something that can help both of you see the place you are at. Make it beautiful and inspiring.

Boys, don’t think about all of us kids. We’re fine and you know that with all your heart. The family Jesse put them with treats them well. But I guess sometimes things like that work out. Jesse, you have a good choice in character. Don’t loose that my friend. I see it in everything you do.

I know if David had a son and if something would happen to him that you would be the one to take care of him. Everyone has that trust in you. Aunt Bess couldn’t be prouder of you. I called her and told her what you do for us everyday. She cried. Bess said that you probably are just like Dad. You know how he never thought about himself either? Well that’s what I see when I look at you.

But Jesse please think about yourself for once in your life. You have so much to live for. A lot of adventures are just waiting for you. This farm needs you and so do we. Mom and Dad were right to leave it to you.

Jesse and David, don’t let it this beat you. I know that you both have the strength to carry on. Just because we want to give up sometimes, doesn’t mean we should.

I love you both and I am hoping to see you two again when you both walk out those doors and give us big giant hugs.

Love your brother,

John

David didn’t waste any time after he read that letter. He thought that whole week and put together a poem. He wanted to read it to Jesse right away. But Jesse was getting worse and didn’t have any will to live. Even with that letter, dying seemed to be the best option.

“Jesse you have got to eat something,” Livonia pleaded with him.

“I ain’t hungry,” Jesse replied.

“Then drink something. You’re looking more and more like a skeleton everyday. You can’t go on like this.”

“I know and that’s why God is going to take my life.”

“You can’t ask for something like that from the almighty.”

“I can try Livonia I mean in all honesty there seems no point to me being alive.” That’s when David cut in. His attitude was worse than David’s when he had the fever. He didn’t want him to die nor did he want Jesse to talk about death. It wasn’t right. Jesse had everything. He had a warm family and a woman who cherished him. How much more could a man ask for? Well a lot more but this was a start.

“Not a chance you’re putting that on her. Livonia has feelings and she loves you. Remember she is your fiancée!” David exclaimed.

“Yeah well I am sorry but I shouldn’t have proposed when I am on my death bed,” Jesse mumbled back.

“You’re worse than I am.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I talked about death and you talked me out of it.”

“You’re young, I am older, I have lived my life.”

“Lived your life? Oh come off your high horse Jesse, you are 18 years old. You are young and you have many years left before you kick that bucket!”

“I don’t, tomorrow I’ll die.”

“You aren’t being yourself.”

“This is me like you have never seen before.

“Come on, death is far away, don’t do this to yourself. I love you.”

“I know, but I can’t get out of it. If he wants me, he can have me.” David pulled out his poem. He had to read it to Jesse even if he didn’t listen. This was something that had to be done. Jesse looked at Cooper as he cleared his throat.

How many times can people change your mind?
Oh there is a way to see today.
How many times are people singing about someone letting them down?
There is a way to see this day as being…

One step further in this journey of life,
Singing of more than the hopes and more of the dreams.
Quit living for what went wrong before and please live for what lasts.
Stop listening to those voices of the troubled cast.

I sing for what means most and not for what others decide of,
It’s not for me to judge what happens above.
I can’t quite place my finger on it but I will have to learn,
About true love and the fire that can burn within you and it is…

One step further in this journey of life,
Singing of more than the hopes and more of the dreams.
Quit living for what went wrong before and please live for what lasts.
Stop listening to those voices of the troubled cast.

Stop living for the death of people, places and things,
How would they feel if they knew that’s all you think about?
Remember all the memories that came about from wonderful events in your life,
Be happy for what they did for you.

It’s not that things don’t happen in this world,
It’s that harmony is waiting there as expand beyond the bound curl.
It’s hard to see the expression in the world,
And how life is supposed to be…

One step further in this journey of life,
Singing of more than the hopes and more of the dreams.
Quit living for what went wrong before and please live for what lasts.
Stop listening to those voices of the troubled cast.

End thinking your better than everyone else is hard I know,
But does life goes on even when your friends abandon you?
Don’t be stuck in the dark any longer than you have to,
I am not expecting you to be my slave at all but think of it as…

One step further in this journey of life,
Singing of more than the hopes and more of the dreams.
Quit living for what went wrong before and please live for what lasts.
Stop listening to those voices of the troubled cast.

Do not think that we are all against you,
Live your life more fully and live up your dreams.
Do not wish for the wronged to be right when it has been so long,
It happened in the past please let it go.

Jesse began to cry. He didn’t know what to say. This wasn’t just David’s wave length, it was his statement. Everything he had been taught to him was in those words. It was David’s greatest work ever.

<Present Day>

Everyone was in tears as Jesse put both the letter and the poem in Bo’s hand. He looked at it and wondered how his father could be so amazing. Even Uncle Jesse had given up on himself. Bo wondered if the poem had made the difference to make him want to live. He wondered what would’ve happened to Luke, Daisy and himself if it would have been different.

“So did this poem make you want to live?” Luke asked. Bo was happy someone finally spoke up. He didn’t have the voice to say it at the moment being all choked up with tears.

“No it didn’t,” Uncle Jesse replied.

“Then what did? Was it Livonia?”

“No it wasn’t her either.”

“Come on Uncle Jesse, tell us.”

“You see after he read that poem it made me think about what had happened to your grandparents. I thought about how wonderful they were. It was a blessing to have them in my life. But when they passed on I figured that it should’ve been me. Something inside me just wasn’t willing to go on.”

“How did you ever get through all these years with thoughts like that?” Daisy questioned her Uncle. She wiped away the tears that were swelling in each eye.

“Well it was your Uncle David that did it for me Daisy. Not with those words but with his attitude. You see, David was getting better day by day. He was flirting with his future wife and loving it.”

<Jesse’s story>

“Hello nurse,” David said as he gave Marie-Lynn a kiss. Marie-Lynn laughed as he did it but still pulled away.

“You ‘hello nurse’ me one more time and I will have to glue your lips shut,” Marie-Lynn replied. David lifted her up and began to run with her. She began to slap his butt constantly but he still wouldn’t let her down.

Lavonia giggled and looked at Jesse’s smile which was bigger than a chessy cat. But still the sickness was upon him. His arms and legs ached and his head just throbbing constantly. But everything seemed to be as it should be. His brother David was laughing and playing. Lavonia didn’t want to go nor did Marie-Lynn but David insisted that he take care of Jesse.

Jesse seemed to get better as David sang to the radio. But poor old Jesse would jump at the sound of dishes breaking. That kid brother of his must’ve broken 10 glasses in one week. That was a record for him. “Jesse I swear, we’s gonna run clean out of glasses!” David called out from the other room. Jesse let out a roaring laugh and began to cough hard. He didn’t know what to do anymore but something kept him holding on. Jesse was strong but still would he be strong enough?

Their nights were long and the days even longer. David read books to Jesse to keep him entertained. Sometimes reading was the only thing keeping Jesse alive. He would listen to David when he was having attacks on his body. Some nights Jesse would beg to die but soon he looked at David’s face. By then Jesse wasn’t willing to even think about death.

David would also do these plays that involved about seven to nine people. He would use a different voice for each one. Jesse was amazed at how high he could go for some of the women’s voices. It had to have been the strangest thing he’d ever seen. But some how David managed it every night; sometimes he would try too hard and David would fall over.

One day, Jesse’s blisters scabbed over. It was the happiest day of David’s life to see his big brother all better. They hugged each other and soon, family was all around them.

________________________________________

<Present day>

“Uncle Jesse thanks for the story,” Bo said. He walked out of the barn and into the house. He grabbed his guitar case and pulled it out from under his bed. He put it in the pickup and drove off. “Do you think he’ll be okay?” Daisy asked.

“Of course he will,” Uncle Jesse answered.

Now Bo was gone for many hours before he decided to visit his parent’s grave site. He sat beside the tiny tombstone and rubbed the dirt from the black rock. He touched his mother and father’s names and put the flowers down. He went back to the pickup and grabbed the guitar. He began to strum it ever so softly and he began to sing:

I never really had a chance to thank you,
To tell you how much you mean to me.
I know that you will see my life through,
Even though I’ll never be able to see.

David you knew what you were doing,
When you brought me into this land.
You maybe gone but I’ll carry you with me,
Daddy this is your song.

You were more than carrying,
When you held Mama tight.
You did more than sharing,
When you took care of me during the night.

I know I just don’t remember,
All the things you wanted for me.
I missed you birthdays and in December,
When you weren’t by the Christmas tree

David you knew what you were doing,
When you brought me into this land.
You maybe gone but I’ll carry you with me,
Daddy this is your song.

I never really had a chance to thank you,
To tell you how much you mean to me.
I know that you will see my life through,
Even though I’ll never be able to see.

David you knew what you were doing,
When you brought me into this land.
You maybe gone but I’ll carry you with me,
Daddy this is your song.

Bo looked up from the guitar and smiled. He stared at the grave with tears in his eyes. “I love you Daddy and I always will,” Bo mumbled. He swallowed hard. “I know you wouldn’t want me to be sad. You know, I didn’t ever think about why you left me to Uncle Jesse but now, I know, I guess I will always know. I am going back to my family and try to remember the living like you said and not worry about going so fast. My time will come when it comes.”

With that, Bo walked away. Somehow, he felt as though someone was walking beside him. He felt a hand on his shoulder but when he looked, nothing was there. Bo merely shrugged and smiled.

How Jumper Came to Be, ch. 2

By: Hilery “Scoot” Davenport
Edited by: Hoss

The following day Cooter had drug Hilery to the junkyard with him. He was still so angry with her that he wouldn’t even let her out of his sight. They were there for parts. Cooter wandered off toward an old Dodge Charger to look for parts for the General, temporarily forgetting about keeping an eye on her. Hilery, sensing a brief moment of freedom, slipped off in search of a car she would like for her birthday. She didn’t care if the vehicle was a fixer-upper ‘cause she loved workin’ on them… even if it was done behind her second cousin’s back.

Then she saw it; the car she wanted. It was in bad shape; the doors were both dented, the hood was all twisted and would need to be replaced, and it looked as if it would need some other bodywork too but, shockingly, the engine block was perfectly intact. The engine bay was also in good condition. Upon further evaluation Hilery figured out the car was a 1967 Ford Shelby Mustang. The interior needed to be replaced, and it needed a new paint job, but Hilery didn’t care.

She suddenly darted off toward her cousin, happily bounding over the packed dirt. She knew what she wanted for her birthday, but stopped in her tracks when she got ‘that look’ that meant she was in trouble. She figured she could kiss her chances of gettin’ the car goodbye.

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The Ransom: Chapter 1

by: Kristy Duke

Exhaustion slowly begins to drain through my numb body as I stare out into the blinding bright summer day that lingers out through the open door of my old and small garage. The fat, local commissioner’s angry voice continues to echo off of the thin wooden walls that surround us only to force my anger to grow deeper within me. “Boss,” I quickly snap at him as I force myself to stare at the man that stands only a few feet in front of me. Fiery anger spits back at me through his dark brown eyes as his yelling comes to an abrupt halt. “Rosco wrecked,” I pause as I take a step closer to him and he cowers backwards, “no,” I shake my head in disgust, “wrecked isn’t the word. . .more like totaled his patrol car chasing Bo. Now,” I pause to point back at the white old modeled police car parked behind me, “I fixed his car, it now looks like a car and runs like car. I billed you,” I once again hand him the paper he had angrily thrown on the floor only moments ago, “and now you pay me for the repair. That’s how it works.”

Anger seems to grow in his eyes as he glances off to the side where his loyal side kick of a sheriff sits upon the edge of my desk, looking like a lost puppy. Looking back at me he points a chubby finger at me before saying, “You’ve got to have gone crazy if you think I am going to pay this much on an old ratty car as that! I could go and buy a new car for that much that you’re billing me!”

I give him a sarcastic laugh before glancing back at the newly repaired police car, admiring my own work, before looking back at the local law.  “Good luck finding a car that works for that price,” I shrug at him as I fight back the anger that threatens to burst through me, “meanwhile, I fixed that car up as you asked me to. Here’s the car, the keys, and the bill.”

“Damn it Cooter!” he cusses angrily at me before he steps forward to snatch the keys that I hold out to him. After staring at it for a long while, he glares up with a forced smile across his fat face. “Fine, Cooter. You want to play, we’ll play your game. You’ve raised your price, I’ll raise mine. I now add a hundred dollars a month onto your mortgage payment of this here dump you call a garage.”

My heart comes to angry halt as Hogg threatens to raise my mortgage to send my mind rolling with nightmarish questions of how I’d ever manage to have enough money to support my garage monthly. “You can’t do that, Hogg,” I force my voice to stay calm only to make it quiver with the anger that boils within me, “you raised it at the beginning of the year. You know damn well that’s why I had to raise my prices to begin with -“

 

”Your prices?” he huffs at me as his anger comes to joy at seeing the stress he has instantly created for me, “The only prices you’ve raised was for my vehicles. . .everyone else’s has remained the same. You didn’t think I noticed?”

An awkward silence slowly welcomes itself within the humid garage as I stare at the fat commissioner in disbelief and intense anger. Self doubt quickly begins to accelerate within me as my thought recoil deep within me of the harsh consequences that may follow the choice I had rashly made yesterday. “Glad you were able to notice that, Hogg, perhaps now you’ll connect it with you raising my monthly payment,” I abruptly snap at him, refusing to give him any ground or give in to him, “besides Hogg, prices of equipment and car parts has risen as well, if you haven’t noticed. Your bill includes the prices of those parts that were required to fix the totaled car that Rosco brought in plus for my time and work. You take it anywhere else, you’d be charged more. I guarantee it.”

Hogg grunts in distaste as the fire in his eyes dies down to be filled with the greed that normally shines across his smug face while he works up some scheme or another to gain more money, for himself. “Lucky for you you’re the only mechanic in town, huh Cooter?” he winks at me as he pulls out a fat cigar from his pocket with a silver lighter, “I’ll be expecting an extra hundred at the beginning of the month. You don’t have it, the garage is mine.”  He takes a step back before looking over at his sheriff, “Rosco, take the keys and go out and patrol. I need more ticket money in order to pay our lousy mechanic your bill for the car you wrecked!”

“Oh yes sir, Boss,” the sheriff stiffly stands up to take the keys from the commissioner before shoving me aside to make his way to his car.

 

Raw emotions explodes rapidly through me as I continue to stare blindly at the court house that lies across the street from my garage as the commissioner’s angered voice thunders in my head. His harsh threat sends chills racing down my back as my thoughts ricochets into the future with the dreadful questions of how I would ever be able to earn the extra hundred dollars at. “Damn it,” I shake my head in disgust at myself and the hole I have instantly buried myself in only to make a point to the fat commissioner. Now the only obvious option open for me to keep my garage is to raise my prices for every honest and hard working citizen of Hazzard who lives daily under the ugly wrath that Hogg spreads across his town. A seed of guilt slowly grows within me at the thought of charging people more due to my actions towards Hogg’s unethical choice to raise the price of my monthly payment. Something I had meant to keep between him and I as I had quietly struggled to make the payments he had been billing me for the past seven to eight months. But if I don’t raise my prices then there will be little way possible that I could even imagine making the payments each month and save my garage, the garage I had worked hard to build and to keep.

 

“Damn,” I cuss once again as my frustration and anger continues to grow deeply within me towards Hogg and at myself for being foolish enough to push as hard as I had. If only I had fixed Rosco’s patrol car as I always had and quietly took his greedy demands while working hard to meet them, as I had for the past eight months. . .

“My rent would be a hundred dollars less than it will be at the beginning of the next month,” I speak aloud to finish my thoughts while I restlessly rise of the hard metal chair I had sat upon after the crooked law had crept out of the garage, “and wouldn’t have to worry about losing the garage.” Sighing heavily, I gradually grab my small ring of keys that lies mixed within a stack of papers I had been filling out before being interrupted by the commissioner and the sheriff.  Continuing to fight with my thoughts and worry, I slowly slip out of the shadowy garage and into the bright summer sun before climbing into my old and loyal tow truck with hopes of calming my thoughts and emotions. Backing out of my garage and onto Main Street, I tiredly look back at my old wooden garage to force my thoughts to momentarily visit the past few years I had spent hard and fun times of working there before bouncing into the future. The future that had became clearly uncertain within only a matter of seconds as Hogg had threw the threat towards me, the threat he clearly planned to execute upon my next payment. The next payment that I now question if I will be able to pay or if I’d have enough money stored up to keep it up and running for a couple of months to give me time to think things through to find a way. Or perhaps in a week and a half I’ll be shuffling across the street to hand the one man I despise the most the dream I have worked my whole life towards achieving.

“Crazy Cooter,” a familiar voice crackles through the static of the CB player to interrupt my thoughts while I watch the town square pass by before I slowly force a left turn onto an off street that leads out of town, “this is Lost Sheep, you out there Cooter?”

I sigh heavily as the scene of the town fades into open farm land with trees and hills outlining the near and far distance as I slowly grab the CB handle off of the seat next to me while contemplating on whether I should answer the call or ignore it; despite it coming from my best friends.  “This is Cooter,” I reluctantly answer into the handle and I cringe as I my voice quiver slightly with the rugged emotions that continue to rip me apart. Slowly I take a deep breath in a vague attempt to hide the worry and fear that plagues me, I slowly continue, “what can I do for y’all?”

“We were wondering,” Luke’s strong voice slowly responds on the other end as the sound of their powerful engine proudly purrs in the background, “if those parts for The General came in yet? Shep has sent us into town for some chores and thought we’d go -“

 

”What I tell you last night when y’all asked?!” I abruptly interrupt him as agitation quickly flares deeply within me towards their innocent question, a question asked with no harm intended. Yet with Hogg’s words echoing in my head they seem to pierce through me like needles, only reminding me more of the situation I find myself in. “Look I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap at you.” I slowly respond after a long awkward silence. Guilt once again climbs deeply within me for snapping at such good friends, friends that would no doubt be glad to help me fight Hogg and to raise the money to support my garage or to help me find a way to support my garage. Or all three. They’ve always been there for me and for a solid moment I reluctantly consider telling them of the argument I had with Hogg and of Hogg’s response to the bill I gave them. Of him raising the mortgage even higher. Despite knowing that they’d help me find a way to support my garage, stubborn pride fills me to prevent me from opening up and telling them of my problems and my fears. Instead I say, “I’m out on the road right now and as of the time I left the garage, only a few minutes ago, the mail hadn’t come in yet nor has any packages. If not today it should come in tomorrow. If not by tomorrow I’ll give them a call and ask them about it. You and Bo will be the first to hear when I get it, ok?”

“Um yeah sure Cooter,” Luke’s voice is weak with uncertainty, something that he rarely allows to show, “we didn’t mean to upset you, just figured we’d ask since we’d be in town and all. Everything ok? You ok?”

Irritation continues to climb within me towards his questions and concerns as I once again wish to be left alone, left alone with my problems and emotions that seem to climb and build bigger by the minute. “Yeah I’m fine. Just am having a rough morning is all,” I slowly respond as I stare through my mud splattered windshield at the familiar scenery that surrounds me. The familiar scenery that normally calms me down when I am upset and brings me comfort. Today it only reminds me of all that may be taken away from me within a matter of time if I don’t come up with a solution to my problems, if I can’t raise enough money for my garage. Without my garage, I might as well as pack up and leave. The only reluctancy I’d have of leaving would be leaving good friends behind such as the Dukes. “Give me another half hour to an hour or so and I should be back at the garage if y’all want to stop by and I can have another look under the hood.”

“He’s running ok for now at least. A little choked up is all,” Luke responds after a moment of static, “but we’ll stop by after our errands in town are done. We’re gone.”

 

“Ten four,” I dryly respond before throwing the handle down besides me before turning off onto Rainbow Cliff Road. Staring out the large hills that rolls off ahead in the distance I once again begin question whether or not I should turn to the Dukes for their help with my garage and the raised rent I’ll have to pay. I wouldn’t have to ask, all I’d have to do is explain what had happen this morning and would know I was in trouble. . .that the garage is in trouble. Silently I picture telling them and instinctly visualize Bo’s temper flying towards Hogg while Luke slinks back into the corner while nervously running a hand through his thick hair while obviously thinking the situation over. Bo was the quick tempered one of the pair while Luke was quieter and the thinker, Bo being the one that normally sank them into trouble and Luke being the anchor to pull them back out of trouble. “Damn,” I slowly say aloud to break the silence in the cab of my truck as my own stubbornness resurfaces with plenty of excuses to not lean back to the Dukes for help. They have enough to worry about with Bo’s asthma acting up lately, doctor bills along with other bills of necessities that they are struggling to pay, and with farming season under way they are busy. They have enough to worry about and enough going on that they don’t need my problems to add onto theirs.

Following the winding road that rests upon the edge of a long, steep, and rocky cliff my thoughts and problems abruptly evaporate as my vision fixates upon an well dented car that lies welded in place by a thick large tree a third of the way down. My heart leaps to a halt as fear races within me for whoever was driving and was within the car when the car had taken the wrong turn down the cliff.  “Sheriff Rosco,” I slowly say into the CB handle as I park my truck alongside the cliff parallel to the light blue car. Keeping my eyes on the car, I continue, “this is Cooter calling Sher-“

”I heard you Cooter,” Rosco snaps over the CB, clearly agitated towards me interrupting his afternoon nap, “what you want?”

“There looks to be an accident,” I slowly begin to respond while scanning the area in hope of finding moving bodies somewhere, “on Rainbow Cliff Road. Looks like a car took a ride down the cliff. . .it is stuck against that big odd looking tree a third of the way -“

”I know what tree you’re talking about. Anyone hurt?” he questions in return.

“I just came onto the accident and can’t see anyone from where I am parked,” I slowly respond, “but you probably should bring an ambulance just in case.”

“OK Cooter,” Rosco sighs heavily over the CB with apparent stress and worry of his own before static rushes over the CB and I once again throw the handle down besides me while opening my door. My vivid imagination begins to unwind within me, displaying clear and fearful pictures of all that may have brought the car down the deep cliff only to be caught upon the tree. More chills spread across my body at the thought of the people that had been entrapped within the closed doors of the now damaged car, blood and death enters my mind. “Help’s coming,” I yell down at the car as I place an unsteady foot upon a rock in my descent downward and my voice is thrown back at me.  Struggling with fear of my own safety, I lose myself in prayer for the poor people within the car as I nervously continue to climb down in hope of finding people alive .

 

I slowly reach the small landing where the car had came to a halt against the large bushy tree as an abrupt realization of how trivial my problems are compared to those within the car who may be badly injured or worse. The thought of babies and innocent children sends more fear within me and for a moment I struggle with my fear of what I may about to see before stepping to the car. “I’m here to help,” I yell out again as I slowly peer through the back window that lies only badly cracked, the door dented and scratched. A slow worm of relief fills me at finding the backseat empty except for a newspaper and a couple of other overturned papers. Sighing heavily I slowly move forward to the driver’s door where the window is shattered and the door caves harshly inward to grab my breath away while my imagination grows fearfully worse of all that had happened. Glancing in, expecting to see torn and bloodied bodies, my heart comes to an abrupt halt in fear and surprise to find the front seats to be both empty and filled with shattered glass from the windshield and side windows. Questionably I glance at the doors to find them to be both tightly closed and locked, across the car, both doors locks are tightly held down and the doors shut.

Sighing heavily I slowly take a step back as sirens begin to pierce through the silent afternoon while I stare up the cliff that I had just climbed down before turning around. Looking down the steep ditch a wave of dizziness washes over me with prolonged fear at how far anyone would have to fall if they had happened to fall out through the windshield. After a couple of minutes of taking in the steep fall, I move forward a couple of feet to take in the half shattered windshield and become even more suspicious to find no drops of blood upon the sharp and ragged edges of the glass. If someone had been thrown out through the windshield, there would have to be some blood, some evidence of injury. Yet no sign of anyone lies anywhere within or near the car.

“Cooter!” Rosco’s familiar voice booms above me and I am surprised to see him standing at the edge looking down at me, “Anyone in the car? How bad?” Sadness and fear shine clearly in his bright blue eyes from the distance he stands above me, his voice quivering in his own fear.

“No one is in the car,” I shrug as I glance back at the damaged car upon the large rock that protrudes from the cliff with the abnormally grown tree on the edge of it, “in fact, I don’t see any sign of people anywhere.”

He stares at me in disbelief as he momentarily watches the ambulance parking behind his newly fixed patrol car, looking back at me he slowly and reluctantly begins to climb down the way I had climbed down. “You better catch me,” he mutters nervously and I watch as he slowly climbs down, his aging body apparently shaking slightly in fear of his safety but of the damaged car as well. After a few unsteady minutes he steps down to stand besides me to look questionably at me before walking to the car windows to glance in the two side windows and at the broken windshield. “No one’s there,” he says with a mixture of shock and relief in his voice, “and no blood. How. . .where could they be?” He looks back at me with bright eyes full of questions before they fade into realization and of dread. “But if they fell,” he starts as he steps cautiously to the edge and looks down, “there’d have to be blood or something, wouldn’t there, Cooter?”

“One would think,” I say as I approach him, “I couldn’t find any and I can’t find anything or anyone from here other than the broken glass at our feet and the empty car there.”

“How many, sheriff?” a strange voice captures our attention and we simultaneously glances up to find three paramedics standing at the top peering down at us, “How bad?”

 

“As of now,” Rosco glances unsurely at me and back at them, “none.”

“None of what? No injuries?” the older one asks with a look of surprise wrote across his leathery tan face.

“No one is in or around the car,” Rosco responds as a younger paramedic climbs down with a box of equipment to check things out for them. “There’s no blood anywhere. . .” his voice trails off as he turns around to take in his vast, wide open surroundings. “The dang thing didn’t drive here on it’s own. . .a car has to have at least a driver. Yet -“

”No one,” the paramedic interrupts Rosco, his voice quivers in surprise before he joins us to glance down at the rocky wall in expectation of finding blood, a body, at least some sign of a person. “Not even blood. . .only cut glass and a broken car.”

“Well if the driver ain’t down there,” I point down the cliff where bright greenery shines up at us from the creek that runs in between the woods of green leaved trees, “the only explanation I can think of,” I pause to look at Rosco, “is that someone had purposefully drove the car down here while jumping out before the car left the road. If that’s the case, I’m willing to bet that whoever did it, was expecting the car to reach the bottom in a heap of fire. Instead it got trapped here.”

“Why would anyone want to trash a new and expensive car as this. It’s a Ford Taurus. . .at least a 2006 model. Looks somewhat new,” the paramedic eyes the car with a hint of jealousy, “lot of money just to throw down a cliff.”

“If Cooter’s right,” Rosco abruptly snaps as he turns to face the both of us with anger and fear mixed in his eyes, “it means that whoever brought this car here has something to hide or get rid of or both. Most likely a criminal hiding from the law that knows which vehicle he or she is driving. You get rid of the plates and the car, the easier to become invisible. Damn,” he shakes his head in disgust as his attention goes back to the car, “I don’t know which is worse,” he sighs heavily while looking at us, “someone entrapped and thrown out of the car or a criminal in Hazzard with something to hide.”

I nod silently in agreement before backing away from them to slowly begin to climb up the steep cliff I had climbed down only a half hour ago in search of the driver and riders of the car. Reaching the edge of the cliff I slowly glance around the edge of the road and at the dusty dirt road that curves around the hills and trees. “Here!” I yell as I come upon some heavy marks engraved into the dirt behind the ambulance, which is parked behind the sheriff’s car and my tow truck. “These marks, “ I point down at them as the remaining paramedics and their driver gather’s around, “could be of a driver jumping from the car as it made it’s decent.”

“Either that,” the older guy huffs, “or someone was doing some heavy wrestling or rolling. Those ain’t tire nor animal tracks.”

 

Silence awkward comes between us all as everyone on the road kneels down besides me to look at the scuffle marks while Rosco and the young paramedic slowly begins their some what long climb up to the road. Somewhere in the distance a large bird caws to force it’s eerie voice to bounce off of the stone wall of the cliff as we continue to stare at the marks and down at the car in a mystified shock. Shock of the sight of the empty and damaged vehicle feet down, but also at the marks indicating that someone had obviously had jumped out of the car before it had fallen those many feet down to be caught between a large tree. “Perhaps it’s not as hostile as you make it seem, Sheriff,” the young paramedic slowly speaks up after joining us to look at the marks, his dark brown eyes glances around his peers before landing on me and back to Rosco, “perhaps the driver’s brakes went out, he knew he was going, so he jumped out before the car took the fall.”

“Maybe,” Rosco grumbles nervously as he stands up from kneeling on the ground, “but if that were the case, you’d think he’d go for help. But,” Rosco shrugs as he goes back to eye the tree and the ground far below, “then again, perhaps he is still walking and searching for help.”

“That the case,” I slowly stand up to glance around the surroundings that outlay the scuffle marks in the dirt, “they’re mighty lucky and have good timing.” Silence once again whirls around us as they all silently nod in agreement while my heart once again comes to a halt at the sight of prints I hadn’t seen until now, prints looking like foot prints and end at tire prints.

“What is it, Cooter?” Rosco approaches me to break the silence.

“I. . .I don’t know for sure,” I slowly point down at the ground, “to me, that there looks like foot prints that had gotten ran over at some point. . .by either one of us or someone driving by and didn’t see the car.” I pause to point to the tire prints that the smeared foot prints stop at, “And the smeared prints end a foot or so away from tire prints. Then again, it could be from one of us or someone else driving by, but. . .” I let my thoughts hang as I silently wonder if I am allowing my imagination to draw out the foot prints or if they are really there under the tire prints.

“But highly coincidental,” Rosco finishes my thought and I look over to see a flicker of panic in his eyes, “Those do look like foot prints that had gotten smeared by tire tracks and they do stop at another set of tire tracks. Damn,” he shakes his head in disbelief before he steps away from everyone. “Well we got to do something, standing here looking won’t do us any good.”

“No sir, it won’t,” the older paramedic says with a hint of impatience in his voice, “and if there is no bodies to be taken car of, we must go to be available for new calls.”

“Roger,” Rosco quickly turns around to eye the older paramedic, his own impatience flare with an agitated temper, “hush it! You have a damn CB in you’re ambulance there, “ Rosco angrily points at the dusty ambulance, “if you are needed at another call, you’ll be the first to hear it. Meanwhile,” he pauses to look around at everyone else, “I think we should start searching the area just in case the prints have nothing to do with the car. Someone may be hurt or worse somewhere down the cliff that we can’t see from the car or here. It won’t hurt to search the cliff and down there along the trees to see if there is anyone down there.”

“There’s no blood, Sheriff,” the younger one insists to slowly quiet down with the steel glare from Rosco.

 

“I don’t care. . .no one is leaving until I am certain no one was in that car when it fell down,” he quietly eyes everyone, “understood?” Everyone nods quietly in agreement. “OK then, the driver of the ambulance, you should stay around the ambulance. Perhaps look alongside the road for a little while on both sides. Roger,” he eyes the older paramedic, “since you are the one so worried about it, you can help the driver. You two,” he points at the younger paramedic and at the quieter of the paramedics, a tall slender man with thick reddish brown hair, “I want you searching the wall of the cliff. Meanwhile, Cooter and I will take a drive down to Creek Road and walk along side the foot of the cliff. Any problems, y’all better speak up now?”

“None with us,” Roger sighs in defeat as he shoves his hands deeply down in his pockets.

“I’ll have my CB on in the car. You find anything, call it in,” he says as he eyes me before walking to his car. Climbing into his car, he quickly turns it on and drives away just as I close my door. Breathing heavily he grabs his CB from the floor of his car and says into, “Enos, you hear me?”

Static responds momentarily before the deputy says, “Loud and clear Sheriff.”

“Good,” Rosco quickly follows the curving road, “I want you to meet me on Creek Road as soon as possible. I’ll fill you in when you get there.”

“I’ll be there in a couple of minutes, sheriff,” he responds, “I’m just a few miles away from there.”

We ride a while in silence, lost in our own thoughts before Rosco quickly turns onto Creek road to drive a little ways before pulling off onto the shoulder of the road, parking in bright green grass. “We can walk back a little ways and we should get to the cliff,” he says reluctantly, “and then begin searching the area.”

“That’s what I was thinkin’ too,” I nod slowly as I open my door and slowly step out, “you want to stay here and wait for Enos while I head out.”

He nods. “That may be best. That way you’ll get a head start on the search and I can direct Enos to where I am parked and fill him in on what we are doing. Figure the more the better.” He shakes his head in disbelief once again, “Damn.”

 

“I agree, Sheriff,” I nod before I slowly turn my back to begin walking into the thick woods while I once again lose myself in prayer. Perhaps the young paramedic was right by hoping that the brakes had gone out and the driver had jumped out in time to save himself from the violent fall his car had taken and is on his way for help right now. Or perhaps, knowing that his brakes had gone out and that the cliff was coming up, he had called for help beforehand, which would explain the foot prints leading to another set of tracks. Or perhaps the driver had fallen out of the car and now lies somewhere badly injured or dead from the deadly leap his car had taken. Or perhaps Rosco is right, perhaps the car was driven off the cliff intentionally in hope of losing the car along with any evidence the car had held against him or her, making whoever it is a criminal of some sort and on the run from the law. It wouldn’t be the first time someone had intentionally ran a vehicle over Rainbow Cliff in order to shred valuable evidence and to become more hidden from the law.

Reaching the easy flowing thick creek that interrupts the green, thick woods that line most of Rainbow Cliff, I glance up at the tan cliff wall that protrudes thick rocks while other areas remain flat and sharp. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary I slowly step into the creek to feel the chilly water sinking into my old boots and through my jeans, feeling the flow against my legs as I walk across the rocky creek, chills spread up and down my body. After a short moment, I step up the bank of the creek and begin walking towards the cliff, anticipating what I may find or not find. Sighing heavily, I pull out my pocket watch to find that I’ve been gone from town well over the half hour I had told Luke and more worry slowly begins to add onto the worry that I’ve been full of for all who could have been in the car.  Walking through the shrubbery and weeds, I am reminded of the troubles I had found myself in before all of this, of the reason I had been driving. I wasn’t out on a call, but was driving to clear my head, to calm my emotions, and in hope of finding a solution to the problem I had dug myself into. Now I silently begin to worry about my garage and customers that may be trying to find me to work on their cars or to ask me questions or simply for gas. My mind begins to recall all the appointments I had on my calender for this afternoon for normal tune-ups and changes to only recall a few names and times. Only a few, but each and every customer is important to my business and anger begins to reside within me towards missing them and making them angry by not being there for them; for them and anyone else who may need something fixed or changed or gas.

I sigh heavily as I shoo away pesky flies and mosquitos forcing myself to recall why I am here and the importance of finding the car I had found. There still could be someone hurt or worse that needs my help and if I hadn’t taken the drive, who knows how long it would have taken for someone to spot the car. It hadn’t been well seen from the road, but I had seen it coming at the right angle, if I had looked away for a second at that instance, I too would have missed it. Once they all hear why I wasn’t at the garage and that I was helping with an accident, they all would understand and be supportive. Another important reason why having an assistant at the garage would come in very helpful and handy, I could be out on calls or helping someone and the assistant could be at the garage, or vice versa. If only I had the money. . .

My thoughts slowly and reluctantly cut themselves off as I reach the tall stony wall to bring my thoughts back to the car that hangs upon the sharp rock and against the tree and worry builds within finding an injured person. After a long few minutes of walking alongside the cliff and searching, walking in and out of the woods to search a few feet away from the cliff as well as besides the cliff, I reach directly below the car. Looking up at the car I spot Roger and the driver walking along the side of the road along with the other two paramedics climbing the cliff, up and down, looking for any evidence of someone. Looking back at the ground I slowly walk directly straight into the woods for several feet and walk around within the woods looking for something.

 

“Cooter,” Rosco breaks the thick natural silence from behind me after about ten minutes of searching below the car. I slowly glance around to find him walking besides Enos who grimly smiles at me before his attention goes onto the ground in his own search. “You find anything?”

“Nothing,” I slowly shake my head before my attention goes up onto the men searching above us. Looking back at Rosco I respond, “nothing at all.”

“Same here. I called in at Roger before Enos and I began out,” he shakes his head before watching Enos leave his side to look deeper into the woods. Looking at me he continues, “and nothing there with them on the road or on the cliff. I don’t know Cooter.”

I nod in agreement as we begin to walk together looking at our surroundings as we go along. “How vague and smeared they may be,” I slowly begin, “it seems clear to me, that, that car took off without a soul in it. That the driver had jumped out right before the car had taken off, whether if it was the brakes or a criminal with hopes of damaging evidence against him. And no one seeing anything. . .”

“Only seems to confirm it,” Rosco sadly nods while finishing my thoughts again, “as I said earlier, I don’t know which is worse. Someone within the car as it taken off or a criminal throwing the car off the cliff to help hide himself and evidence here in Hazzard. I guess criminal could be caught and taken to jail while still being alive and uninjured. My question being what kind of criminal it is and the damages he’ll do in Hazzard.”

Once again I silently nod as my mind drifts from what he has just said to all I had to worry about before turning around that curve to find the car; of losing my garage and of the customers I am now turning away for now by not being there. “Could go either way I guess. Best hope is that the paramedic is right. That it was the brakes that went out and the guy went walking for help,” I suddenly come to a halt as I realize I hadn’t told Rosco of another possibility, “or knowing the brakes went out and the cliff was coming up, perhaps the driver had called ahead for help to come get him. Which would explain the foot prints leading to tire prints.”

“I didn’t think of that,” Rosco says with a flicker of hope in his eyes, “but you would think they’d call in help if that were the case. But perhaps he didn’t have a number to call if it was from out of town and didn’t have a CB. Perhaps they’re looking for the garage or the sheriff’s station. . .perhaps they’re there now.”

 

I shrug at him as Enos returns with sadness drowning his brown eyes as he gloomily looks at us before shaking his head to say he didn’t find anything either. “Talking of my garage,” I finally say after looking up at the guys ahead and back at the law, “I have several customers lined up for this afternoon and need to be there for the gas pumps and other customers. I could tow the car back to the garage to take a look at it if you wish. Either way I should get back to the garage sometime before too many people get upset.”

Rosco nods in understanding as he looks up at the car. “OK Cooter,” he silently responds, “tow the truck back to your garage, but don’t touch anything. Until someone comes in to claim it, it should be held as evidence.”

I nod. “OK Rosco,” I take a step back, “so is it ok to leave or you need any help?”

“Looks as if there’s nothing else to do. Enos,” Rosco looks at his deputy, “take Cooter to his truck and get a report from the crew on the road.”

“Yes sir.”

 

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The silence that has built within the crowded and stuffy Mercury only forces Max’s anxiety to increase dramatically within his tense body as he stares out through the passenger window.  He feels himself beginning to tap his feet obnoxiously against the dark floor mats while he runs a rough, callused hand over his handsome face. Questions once again begin to cross his twisted mind of the operation he had so carefully planned while lying entrapped in an ugly and abandoned warehouse where his gang had hid for the past few years. Thoughts of leaving the old warehouse only brings a tinge of sadness through him as he slowly realizes they could never go back now that the feds had found them there a few days ago. “Damn it,” he hears himself cuss aloud as his agitation grows wildly within him. First they get kicked out of their well lived in home, leaving valuable things behind, and now they are lost within a small hick town in search of a new hide out for him and his men. Dread fills his tired body as he silently takes account of all the things they had to leave behind in their haste to leave the large and dark building, things that the feds would be more than glad to store for them as evidence against them.

“What is it, Boss?” Sergio asks from behind the wall. Dark expensive shades covers his dark and intense eyes as he eyes the dirt road ahead of him while he taps the black steering wheel nervously with his right index finger.

“Everything,” Max lets out a deep breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding in as he stares into the dark woods that surrounds his side of the road. “Randal call in yet as to where they took the kid to?” Max asks, despite knowing the answer. If he were to call, he’d hear a ring somewhere within the car, if not his own.

 

“No sir,” a nervous voice slowly responds from the backseat to grab Max’s attention into his mirrored visor to look at the three large muscular men that is wedged in the backseat. Steel, the youngest member, fidgets slightly in the middle with agitation vivid in his alert green eyes that stares defiantly back up at him. “Why Hazzard, Boss?” he once again begins to complains of leaving the city for a small county, “We could drive out of state, go to a city in Florida, Alabama, or Texas. That’d be farther away-“

”Shut up Steel!” Sergio yells back at Steel with anger and hatred laced within each word, “Max had went through that on the way up here. How many times he have to explain to you?! You stupid or something?!”

I watch as Steel quickly glances away while slumping down in his seat, his hand nervously reaches out to play with his loop ear ring. Silence slowly begins to build back up within the car as Max turns around to look out through his window, his thoughts falling back onto his plan they had all worked on. Sighing heavily he begins to worry of all that could go wrong with the plan that had seemed so perfect only a couple of days ago. It is a perfect plan, but only if nothing happens to interrupt the plan of action that will slowly unravel within the next few days and if no one within the group messes up.

Abruptly his cell phone gives an irritating vibration upon his hip to interrupt his worried thoughts and he slowly pulls the phone up to look at the caller ID. “Randal,” he says aloud to allow everyone to know who it is. Lifting the black flap, he places the phone to his ear and says, “Randal. You find the place yet?”

“Not exactly, Boss,” his voice is weak and shows sign of worry and stress to force Max to hold his breath once more in his own nerves, “Ronnie,” Randal pauses for a long moment to intensify Max’s worries and impatience rushes through him, “messed up.”

“Messed up?!” Max’s voice loudly echoes off the walls of the car, his anger penetrating through his voice as he quickly sits up and finds himself clenching tightly onto the seatbelt that restrains him, “How the hell could he mess up! I gave him a simple job to do. . .drive the car off the cliff and to jump out before the car left. What he do? Forget to jump out?!”

Silence is thrown back at him from within the car and on the other end of the phone except for Randal’s heavy breathing. “Nothing that simple, Boss,” Randal slowly replies to force Max’s anger to climb rapidly through him, “he jumped the car off the cliff and had jumped out in time,” he pauses once again and Max feels Randal’s fear of recalling their failure over the cell phone, “but as the car fell, it landed on a large rocky ledge a third of the way down and got caught on a tree.”

“A tree?” Max slowly asks before falling into silence as he allows what he had said to sink in, “Never mind. Then what you all need to do is to push it over the ledge it is on. . .I don’t care how the hell you do it, I just want the car on the bottom of that cliff and destroyed.”

 

“Um,” he begins to stutter, “we can’t do that, sir. By the time Ronnie got to the van a tow truck was seen through the trees coming so we hurried up and left. We hid the van in some bushes and sneaked our way through the woods to find the tow stopped and the mechanic climbing down to look at the car,” he pauses once again, “soon after the sheriff came and then an ambulance.”

“Damn it!” Max yells again as emotions rushes through him, “I gave you all a simple job and you all go mess up! What I tell you before we left?!”

“Not to mess up,” Max hears Randal let out a sigh over the phone, “look Boss, it was no one’s fault. We should have checked the cliff out before just jumping the car as we had, but who would guess the damn car would get caught up against a damn tree on the cliff?! We didn’t.”

Max glares blindly through his window as his thoughts swiftly change from thought to thought. Of the past that had chased them to Hazzard, to their plan, to all that Randal is saying, and onto fearful questions of what to do to get out of the mess they now find themselves in. “Well then,” Max takes a deep breath to hold back his emotions, “I guess all we can do is forget about the car and hope they don’t find any evidence against us within the car. After all,” Max tries to reassure himself, “we stole the car and had it cleaned out before leaving Atlanta. . .just in case something like this happened.”

“Boss,” Randal’s voice quivers in reluctancy to continue, “that’s not all of our problems with the car. You know that letter you gave Gage to hold onto and to mail once we get rid of the car?”

Dread fills Max’s tense body as he silently pictures what Randal is about to tell him. “What about it?” Max abruptly asks, fearing the answer.

“He can’t find it,” Randal blurts out, “he said he put it in his back pocket before sitting in the backseat, now it’s not there. We searched the van and the woods and found nothing. The only thing we can think of is -“

”That it fell out in the damn car!” Max roars with anger as his mind floods with dreadful thoughts of what else could go wrong while searching for an answer to pull his group out of the mess they had placed them in. “If someone where to find that note. . .”

“We know Boss, we know,” Randal says sympathetically while allowing a moment of silence to flood through the phone.

“Where’s the car now?” Max forces his voice to a calm whisper.

“The mechanic has towed it away. We followed at a distance,” Randal answers confidently now, “he towed it to this small shack looking garage in town. We are now parked across the town square from it. . .we can’t see inside from where we are at, but we know he’s in there somewhere.”

“Yeah reading the damn note and calling the local fuzz,” Max snaps at him, “never mind. Look, have everyone stay in the van. I want you to sneak over to the garage and make sure he stays and don’t make no phone calls. Meanwhile we are now heading for town and I will meet you there. We can’t allow the mechanic to talk to anyone or do anything.”

 

“Yes sir,” he slowly responds before relaying to the other guys what he is doing, “what should I do if he calls someone or tries to leave? It’s broad daylight here and in town -“

”Hell I don’t care, just keep him in there and quiet. Go in and tell him the car’s yours,” a wicked grin crosses Max’s bearded face, “because it don’t matter what he now knows, just as long as he isn’t allowed to tell anyone else. The hick mechanic won’t be saying anything by the time we’re through with him.”

“OK Boss,” a small hint of laughter trails in Randal’s voice at the thought of all that Max had implied, “I’ll be looking for you.”

With that Max abruptly closes the flap on his phone to hang up on his cousin before looking over at Sergio who remains looking at the road in tense anticipation of where the road will lead him. “Forget the hideout, we’ve got more important matters to deal with,” Max says to interrupt the silence within the crowded car, “find the town of Hazzard and the town square. I need to find Randal and undo the damage they all did.”

“Yes sir,” Sergio says with a sly grin spread across his tan face, “you need me for help, you know I’ll be glad to help.”

“I’ll use you and Randal. Three against one should work out just find for us,” Max nods in agreement, “especially against an hick mechanic who will only view us as customers until we start in on him. This may prove to be fun after all.” Another wicked grin spreads across Max’s face at the thought of putting out his frustration in the form of violence.

“I thought Saul and his group would be waiting at the mill?” Dwight questions from behind Sergio.

“Well then, call and tell him we have a change of plans,” Max sarcastically throws back at the large man who glares evilly back at him.