Tonight, on the Dukes… Nancy-Lou comes to Hazzard finding out how wonderful it truly is. She decides to stay just as the boys and Daisy are leaving. Even though they’re gone, she finds how lovely it is to be here. Nancy-Lou Davenport has many adventures and finds true love with an old friend. *COMPLETE*

by: Essy Jane

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7

by: Essy Jane

Hello sports fans. I bet you’re wondering what’s going on here in Hazzard County. I must admit, it has been interesting. You look now real hard. Well let me paint the picture.

That there man tied up with the blonde curly hair is in some serious trouble. I don’t mean the kind of trouble you get in when you walk into Nancy-Lou’s kitchen with grubby boots on. I mean the trouble you get in when you’re in so deep quicksand looks good.

Now you can just imagine how the Dukes are feeling about this. The blonde hair and blue eyes are hard to loose in a family full of Duke Boys.

Okay, now let me start back a little bit further. Y’all don’t even know why this guy’s in the situation. The race prize was big for Hazzard County…30 thousand dollars. The bills were piling up and Nancy-Lou was now a heaping six months pregnant.

Why didn’t I let y’all know about this? Well y’all don’t know how to come around. She was looking much more pregnant. Nancy was craving many things…pickles were among her favorites.

Now Nancy was always proud of her husband and his work on the farm. She loved the farm but frankly, Bo needed more cash to build the nursery. Can you imagine how much two are goanna cost? Oh yeah…lots.

“Honey, are you sure you wanna do this?” Nancy-Lou questioned her husband. Bo smiled, kissing Nancy first and then her belly.

“For them, I would do anything,” Bo replied.

“Besides…”

“I love racing.”

“That’s what I thought.”

Now if you look at Bo, he’s the racing king in Hazzard. However, look over yonder. Y’see that lady standing next to ol Boss Rosco? That is Havana, a woman who is known for her drivers. However, after a test run, Havana’s men came up a little bit short.

The one thing Havana had on Rosco was he snookered her into buying a no good race car for REAL dough…I mean a lot of dough. Translation, if Rosco didn’t pay up you can imagine what ol Havana would do to him.

This race was supposed to break them even. However, one thing stood in their way, Bo Duke. Havana wasn’t looking all that happy. “You said my boys were a shoe in, you said we would have this money to lay back on since you decided to give us a shottie car!” Havana exclaimed.

“Look, Havana, you know you will get your money,” Boss Rosco replied.

“You know what? I don’t care how you do it, that Duke boy is too good. You have to make it that he can’t race. Break his legs, I don’t care.”

“I ain’t goanna hurt him. Jit-jit Woooo that would smart.”

“Well Boss, you know I want this money…”

“I know you want this money. I offered you others but…”

“I don’t want any other money you have. Just the race money…you know that if you don’t take him out of the race…I will do it my way.”

“Will do.” Now how do Boss’ in Hazzard County get themselves in such giant messes? I can’t tell ya. However, if you think this one is predictable guess again.

Now you can imagine how the wheels in Rosco’s head were turning. The first thing Rosco thought of was framing Bo Duke. Now you can imagine how fun that would be.

Now Boss sent Enos to go out and check the regulations at the Hazzard Petting Zoo. Meanwhile, he had a meeting with Cletus. “Alright my little henchman…we need to frame Bo Duke Khee,” Rosco started out.

“Shoot Boss, why don’t you get someone else for your dirty work?” Cletus asked.

“You’re my gopher that’s why, you dipstick.”

“Am I a gopher or a dipstick?”

“You’re a gopher, dipstick.”

“I am a gopher Dipstick?”

“Just listen for two minutes.” Rosco rubbed his hands together. “Now there was a watch that belonged to the first commissioner of Hazzard County, very priceless.”

“Yeah I know, I have seen it in the museum and…”

“It’s a fake…I have had the real one for years. Now all you have to do is place it somewhere on the Duke farm and Bo is sure to get the blame.” Yeah, I don’t think I like where this is going to you?

2

On the Duke farm, something else was coming to rock the boy’s world. Now guess what? It is a known fact that there are Duke cousins everywhere. “This is Shady sheep looking for the Sheppard, are you home? Come on?” A voice rang over the CB.

“This is Sheppard…Shady, what are you doing in Hazzard?” Bo questioned.

“Wanted to stop in and see if you’re running Uncle Jesse’s farm into the ground.”

“Well you can stay as long as you want. When are you goanna be here?”

“I’m dropping in…” Bo ran outside as he heard the roar of the engine over his house. He was in time for the ending, watching the car land. He pulled around the back of the farmhouse. This person got out of his car and walked around towards Bo. Can y’all tell that this ain’t an unwelcome visitor…Bo’s already got his arms around the man.

Now look at Bo and look at this other character. I know what you’re thinking, if this guy didn’t have the dark hair you would have thought they were twins. “You scoundrel…where have you been hiding since…” Bo began.

“Oh Bo, I ain’t ever hidden in my life,” The man replied. Nancy-Lou walked out. She looked at the mystery man smiling. Now y’all can tell he’s a Duke right?

“Shawn, where have you been you…” Nancy-Lou began.

“Good to see you too Nancy-Lou,” Shawn replied. Shawn Harris Duke…same age as Bo…same eye color. Shawn had hair like Luke’s though.

“What brings you to this end of town?” Shawn pointed at Nancy-Lou.

“I heard you were pregnant.” He pointed at Bo. “I heard you were racing. I tell you I can’t miss the great Bo Duke run a race.”

“You missed a ton of other races,” Bo grumbled. Now come on y’all, Bo is a person who just outs and says what he is feeling inside. Now that’s a Duke for you.

“Okay, look I missed you so much. I didn’t mean to miss out on so many races. I have been busy in Boston and I…” Bo smiled.

“Gottcha.” Uh huh, Duke humor seems too much like plain anger doesn’t it? Dang, I really didn’t think he was kidding, did you?

“Bo, let’s go inside. I have been dying to have some of your pie.”

“Uncle Jesse’s recipe, Shawn, that’s the secret of a good pie.” Now I bet you’re still wondering about Shawn. Shawn Duke was born to Steven and Kate Duke. He ain’t a scholar even though his Mom is. Yes Shawn is smart but come on, the outdoors were so much more appealing. Shawn couldn’t pay attention to books to save his life.

Nope. Instead, he opened up a successful little Go-Kart joint. Now doesn’t that sound Duke like to you? Anyway, we’ll talk more about Shawn later.

You see that shady character over there on Duke Land. That there is good ol Cletus but doesn’t he look like he was attacked by a bush? He’s giggling like this is his first time kissing Daisy Duke.

You see the watch in his hand? Yep that there is the watch that is goanna make the Dukes bite off more than they can chew. Funny thing is, they have done it so many times that their jaws must be pretty dang tough by now don’t ya think.

Well there it is, the General is holding the watch that belonged to the first commissioner. Now the Dukes had been eating pie and chewing the fat for a few hours when they heard ol Enos’ sirens.

“Okay, now what?” Nancy-Lou commented.

“I didn’t do anything this morning except come home,” Bo quickly jumped in.

“I know this can’t be a social visit.”

“Ya think?”

“You want me to get rid of him?” Shawn questioned.

“Nah, we’ll see what he wants cuz.”

“Stay inside,” Nancy-Lou replied. Now friends, this can’t be good. Enos pulled beside General Lee, he stopped the car leaving the keys in the ignition.

“Here goes.” Bo sighed effortlessly, just staring out into the sky. Enos walked out of the car towards Bo.

“Hyia Bo, Nancy-Lou,” Enos commented with a sad expression on his face. Now Bo knew this didn’t mean he missed the Easter Bunny. Enos was plum upset because he had to do something he didn’t want to do.

“Hey Enos, how’s the Sheriff job going?” Enos dug his left foot further in the dirt.

“Bo I have a warrant to check General Lee for safety. Cletus said that you guys were shifting a bit while you were driving.” Bo rolled his eyes.

“We always shift General side to side, you know that.”

“Yeah but y’all know that when Cletus tells me about something, it is my responsibility to look into it.”

“Alright Enos, be my guest, you have a warrant and all,” Nancy-Lou cut in. Enos got in. As he sat down, he felt something under his bum. His eyes widened as he pulled out a watch…not just any watch THE watch Cletus planted in the car.

“Possum on a gumbush! This was reported stolen this morning.”

“Figures! A Hogg planted it because a Coltrane told him it was a good idea!”

“Huh?”

“Never mind!”

“Dang it Bo, I’m goanna have to arrest you.” Enos gets out of the General, he’s still holding the watch.”

“Excuse me?”

“I don’t want to Nancy-Lou. Gosh darn it, I have to if Bo has this here watch.” Uh huh… now Bo Duke will not come quietly. You can see him motion to Nancy-Lou.

“Oh Dang! Now Enos you can’t take my husband away!” You can see her eyes maneuver crocodile tears. Now Nancy-Lou had a minor in Drama, can y’all tell? “Enos, how could you? I am pregnant…” Nancy-Lou began to hyperventilate, “I can’t…I Can’t breathe.”

“Enos, look what you’re doing to my wife,” Bo commented.

“Enos…don’t…don’t take my husband.”

“Nancy-Lou come on now, calm down now,” Enos begins.

“I can’t…I can’t calm down.” Nancy pretends to faint. “Nancy!” Bo exclaims, as Enos just barely catches her.

“Ding dangit, I didn’t mean…I mean I am sorry there, Bo,” Enos mumbles.

“You are the worst, Enos!” Enos taps Nancy-Lou’s face softly.

“Wake up Nancy-Lou.”

“This is your fault. You know better than to make a pregnant woman upset.” Nancy-Lou looks at Bo and winks, making herself heavier.

“Oh dang.” Now watch as Enos drops the watch as he lowers Nancy-Lou to the ground. You think that was good watch how slick Bo is picking up that there watch and pretending to comfort his wife.

“Come on baby, wake up.”

“Come on wake up now, Nancy-Lou.” Bo goes around and pretends to comfort Enos.

“I am sorry for yelling at you. I better get some water to wake her up.”

“Okay Bo.” Now watch our friend get up slowly. Y’all know it ain’t water he’s after right? Bo gets into Enos’ patrol car. Uh huh, now ain’t that rich? Listen to that engine purr. Enos is trying to get up but Nancy-Lou pushes her weight down and the patrol car drives off.

Nancy-Lou pretends to flutter her eyes. “Where’s Bo?” She questions. Now ain’t that a good snooker? Shawn is getting a show from the kitchen.

“Dang it, now what am I goanna do? I can’t arrest him unless I have him with me. I need to get him. I commandeer your General Lee,” Enos announces.

“Dang it Enos, you can’t drive General Lee!”

“I have to under police business, I need to get Bo and put him in jail…return the item.” Now I bet y’all are bored of this. Y’all wanna see what Bo is doing? Well first off, he ain’t in the police car anymore. Yup, look yonder, there’s BB Davenport.

Now if he’s there…that must mean Bo’s…in the tow truck. Dang, I would never have seen that one coming. Thank goodness Cooter was about to pull Cletus out of the water after he tried to get Essy in a speed trap.

Now ain’t this a sight? Enos is chasing his own police car in General Lee. Now friends, do you think this could happen anywhere else? Bo flipped the station on the CB. Now you know Nancy-Lou and ol Shawn Duke were listening in on the call…well as well as BB Davenport. “This is Sheppard calling Mad Mama and all the rest of the Hazzard saving squad, are y’all there, come on?” Bo began on the CB.

“This is Mad Mama,” Nancy-Lou answered on the CB.

“Shady’s right beside her,” Shawn added.

“Breaker, breaker BB gun here,” BB Davenport shouted back.

“I am runnin’ from Enos going close by the creek. I need help returning stolen goods, Enos’ patrol car without getting caught. Frankly, all I know is I’m on the run with the goods. Can anyone lend an idea? Come back?” Bo questioned over the CB.

“Bo, I am headed by the creek to give Cletus a hand out of the pound. Ol Essy stuck him in there after she tried to stop her from delivering the mail. If you can make it to the creek and somehow stop Enos in General Lee…”

“I think I can handle that,” Shawn commented. He looked at his suitcase and smiled. Now y’all are ya thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’? I hope so.

“Alright y’all, I think a plan’s a plan,” Bo commented. Now watch closely because I ain’t goanna show you this more than once. Shawn took some major short cuts as Bo drove circles in General Lee. You can see Shawn parking his car behind some bushes.

Now you see that blonde curly piece on the floor over there? Well that there is how Bo got away with dating a girl he really wanted when he was already booked. Shawn went on the date for him.

You can see Shawn put on the wig. He stands on the side of the road, putting his thumb out. As Enos drives past, Shawn waves hello. Dang it, I had never seen Enos put breaks on so fast. He got out of the General Lee. Cletus is walking towards the group. You can see him drenched with water.

“Enos? You’re driving General Lee?” Cletus questioned, scratching his head.

“Quiet now, Cletus,” Enos mumbled. He looked at who he thought to be Bo. “If you’re out here, who the heck is driving my police car?”

“Your guess is as good as mine,” Shawn said, in his best Bo impression. No wonder Vickie was fooled that night when she went out with Shawn, heck I would have fell for that voice.

“I saw you take that there police car.”

“Are you sure?” Can you see BB in the corner loosening those bolts on the police car that is now right beside the creek? Well, he’s on the other side so I guess all you can see is that small part of his worn out work boot.

“I am sure.”

“You saw me standing here…the car’s over there. Now how could have I been driving if you have General Lee and the car’s over there.” Shawn pointed to the police car. They looked over at the car as Bo snuck in the other side of the General Lee. Uh huh, this is a snooker.

“I don’t rightfully…wait a minute Bo, you’re trying to trick me.”

“You were chasing the police car a moment ago and I was standing right here.”

“Yeah but…”

“Am I missing something?” Cletus asked. Bo started General Lee.

“Huh?” Cletus mumbled. He scratched his head. Shawn pulled down both Cletus’ and Enos’ hats. He slid over the hood, onto the other side of General Lee. He got in the other end as Bo stepped on the gas. BB had already made it back to his tow truck, making it look like he was just pulling up.

“Come on Cletus, we gotta get him, they stole a historic watch,” Enos announced. Cletus’ eyes shifted.

“Did they?” Cletus commented, trying to sound surprised. The two men ran to their patrol car as BB began to pull Cletus’ car out of the creek. Okay now watch as Enos starts the car. He puts it into drive and begins to go when his back tire falls off.

Well that should keep them good ol boys busy for a while, don’t ya think?

3

Shawn and Bo were joy riding…minus the joy. Would you be happy if you might go to prison? Boss Rosco’s wife is doing the cooking while the Boar’s Nest is getting renovated. No one Bo had to think of how to return the watch to the museum so he would stay out of jail.

Y’all realize this all started because Bo wanted to make a nice room for the babies, right?

….Just checking

Now Shawn and Bo stashed the General. They knew it stuck out more than a bruise cheek. Bo and Shawn jumped roof after roof until they got to the post office. They opened a window on the top and walked down. Now y’all, this gave Essy-Jane quite the freight of frights.

“Dang it Bo you scared the crap out of me,” Essy grumbled.

“Sorry, you know the post office is closer to Rosco’s version of a museum,” Bo replied.

“First off, hi Shawn. Second of all, what does that have to do with anything?”

“Well hello to you, Essy-Jane, long time no see. Second, of all, Bo has been framed,” Shawn answered her.

“How this time?” Shawn and Bo explained all the events that happened. Essy shook her head. “Dang, I think they’re trying to keep Bo out of the race.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course I am sure Shawn.”

“I agree with Essy-Jane on this one. Why would they spend all their time setting me up unless they had something else up their sleeve?” Bo questioned.

“Well cuz, we should make sure he ain’t cookin’ up anything else before we go to assumin’,” Shawn announced.

“I guess you’re right too. Maybe it’s a double whammy. Or maybe there’s someone who is frying his bacon.”

“Who in town would be houndin’ him?” Bo thought for a minute.

“I got nothin’. I can’t think of a single person who would wanna make Boss Rosco scheme.”

“How about Havana Morrison? She’s got a racer in the works and she’s not from these parts. She got BB to look at her car yesterday and he said the thing was more souped up than Campbell’s chicken noodle,” Essy cut in.

“Can you keep an eye on her?”

“I could try between mail runs, Bo but that might not be enough.”

“Well it’s the best we got. We’ve gotta keep Shawn under wraps. He could be my best ticket if I am in trouble with something. The guy looks just like me.”

“I didn’t agree to that,” Shawn cut in.

“Oh come on Shawn, you’re up for a good shuck and jive, ain’t ya?”

“Bo, you know I don’t like this. I think something’s goanna happen.”

“You always were a worrier.”

“I was usually right though.”

“Boys, down behind the desk, Rosco’s coming,” Essy cut in. Now you know what? This could be bad for the boys. Rosco knows what he planted. Bo and Shawn hid behind the desk as Rosco walked in.

“Hey Essy, you got any mail for me?” Rosco asked.

“Take a number and get in line.”

“Essy, I am the only one here.”

“Well I am following regulations. If you think you are above the U.S. of A government well then I could always phone you in and…”

“Alright, I’ll take a number.” Rosco carefully pulled off a 10 off of the small number holder.

“Number ten.” Rosco handed her the number and she put it behind the desk. “Okay now who is this mail for?” Bo behind the desk rolled his eyes.

“Wooo-jit! Now Essy you know who the mail is for.”

“You could be getting it for someone else. Now come on, who is the mail for?”

“Rosco Peeeee Coltrane of course and let me tell you something…”

“Identification please.”

“Jit-jit you know Essy, you are getting on my last nerve.”

“Identification please.” Rosco pulled out his ID Essy-Jane looked at it.

“You have no mail today Rosco. Have a nice day.”

“All of that to find out I have no mail.”

“Have a nice day.” Rosco grumbled as he walked around the corner. “Okay, come on out.”

“Essy-Jane, why do you do that? You know him,” Bo asked.

“Regulations.”

“Uh huh. Anyway, we gotta get to the museum before Rosco does. He’s doing the final look over before he opens it.”

“Why Hazzard needed a museum is beyond me. I mean come on, why would Rosco do it?”

“Preservin’ history can be a tax write off.” Essy-Jane nodded. Now Bo was quite right. About an hour after this conversation happened, Boss Rosco P. Coltrane was showing off his new museum.

There were pictures there of some of the old bosses in Hazzard. Some interesting facts about how the first Coltrane’s, Duke’s and Hogg’s became some of Hazzard’s first occupants. It showed the flags of Georgia over the years. It showed all sorts of amazing things.

Now thing that Rosco was the most impressed with was the wax statues of the leaders of the County. Among his favorites was Boss Jefferson Davis Hogg. “Now you see, this wax repre…reprooo…umm, statue was something of a hard job for our local artist considering he had to get them chubby little cheeks just right. Khee,” Rosco began telling the historian.

“What is that there in his hand?” The historian asked. Uh huh, Bo knew just where to put that ol gold watch didn’t he?

“Umm…”

“Isn’t that the gold watch you said was stolen…”

“Yeah but…”

“And claimed insurance money on…”

“Ghmmm…ah well you see…” Rosco smiled, full of enthusiasm he said, “Gee wilikers, you’ve found it! Khee, I should award you for preservin’ history.” The historian cleared his throat.

“The money…”

“You want it in cash or by check?” Yep, Bo was off the hook but Rosco knew he was still in big trouble. As soon as he ditched the historian, you can just imagine who he was yellin’ at.

“I am sorry Boss, what was I supposed to do about it? I lost a race with Essy-Jane,” Cletus began.

“Woooo-jit…why are you racing her anyway? You’re supposed to put Bo in jail or do something to make the race in Havana’s favor. You know how much she wants to win the race. That’s all she’s cared about since she got to Hazzard,” Rosco grumbled.

“Well you know what? I wasn’t racin’ with Essy-Jane. She fell into a speed trap and I thought I should give her a ticket.”

“You don’t give a Duke…” Rosco paused and smiled. “Did you say a ticket?” Uh huh, do you see those rusty gears in ol Rosco’s head a-turnin’? That ain’t a good sign.

“Yeah I did.”

“Well what if we make Bo pay on all his tickets?”

“He’s got a few…”

“How many is a few?”

“$500 worth.”

“Well you remember Boss Hogg’s ol policy? Cash or clink? I think it is time to revive such a policy Khee. Now tomorrow, you catch him okay? Or else.”

“Yes sir Boss.” Come on y’all, Rosco’s being pretty cold I know. However, he doesn’t want Havana to get a hold of Bo. Rosco may be ruthless but he doesn’t like to cause harm. Havana on the other hand is colder than an ex-wife’s heart.

She was racin’ with her boys, practicing the circuit that was supposed to be closed off to all drivers. If Havana didn’t get her way, she planned on doin’ something just mean…you don’t believe me, listen to this here conversation.

Now beside her is Darren, one of the best mechanics in the north…doesn’t out beat a Davenport though. I guess that’s my opinion though.

Now Darren is about as famous as Boss Hogg for fightin’ a dirty fight. However, he’s more vicious than Hogg. I would sooner hug a grizzly than ol Darren over there.

“Darren, I don’t trust Coltrane at all. I don’t think he can do the job and get Bo caught,” Havana commented.

“What do you suggest?” Darren asked.

“Motivation to get the job done. Flash is his hound dog and his best friend in the world right?”

“I’m listening.”

“Well how about we show him just how serious we are. His dog will suddenly go missing.”

“I’ll go get some dog treats.” Now folks, that is just plain dirty to steal someone’s dog like that.

4

Now Bo decided that he would do everything legal so he didn’t end up back in jail. He got a note from ol James Wilkson to drive on his land as much as he wanted. Now if anyone knows James you know he is a racing nutcase. He built his own roads right between his wheat so he could always have the best of both worlds.

As Bo was practicing his turns, you could see ol Cletus with his lights on behind him. He pulled over, thinkin’ Cletus had nothing on him. “Hey Cletus,” Bo said, smiling. Uh huh, if Bo knew where he was goin’ he wouldn’t have even stopped.

“Bo, can you step out of the car please?” Cletus asked.

“Cletus, I have a note in my bum pocket that will make you plum proud of me.” Bo slid his head and upper body out of the window. “I’ll take it out and show you in just a minute.”

“Bo…I know you have been workin’ hard for that baby and all but…”

“But what?” Bo takes out the note handing it to Cletus. Cletus reads it.

“You have parking tickets and speeding tickets they add up ya know. You haven’t paid them either,” Cletus said sorrowfully.

“You know as well as I do most of those are just made up by…”

“Bo, they add up to five hundred dollars and the commissioner of Hazzard County is saying pay or prison.”

“You think I carry that much in my back pocket?”

“Bo, turn around.”

“You have to be…”

“I said turn around.” Bo sighed. He turned around. “We’ll have to impound the General.”

“No! You know I have a race and…”

“We’ll also have to run you in.”

“For what! You know most of them are made up. You set up speed traps.”

“Sorry Bo.” Cletus sighed. Cletus put on the cuffs on Bo. “You have the right to remain silent…”

“Cletus, this is crazy.”

“Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.”

“Cletus come on…”

“You have the right to be speak to an attorney, and to have an attorney present during any questioning. If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be provided for you at government expense.”

“I bet he’ll be a crappy one too.” Now friends, Cletus felt a little low doin’ that to Bo. You can see it on his face.

Meanwhile, Enos was cleaning up in the Sheriff’s station. It was beginning to look a little betting. Flash came running out towards Enos. “Come here Flash Darlin’ heh. You are so cute darlin’. I think that your Daddy’s missing you in his big office there,” Enos began. Suddenly, Enos was hit from behind. He fell to the ground.

You know who that is? I mean even with the mask? If you said Santa Claus you haven’t been payin’ attention. Yep, Darren slid a barking Flash into a bag. As soon as the hound was tied in nice and tight, Darren placed Enos in a jail cell and locked him in with his own keys.

Can you believe this? Flash is in a bag, Cletus is in a police car bringing Bo in and the cell is busy. Now come on y’all, this sounds normal doesn’t it? As Darren got in his car and took off his mask, the deputy car pulled up.

As Bo looked at the scene, he was shocked to see a little bit of blood on the floor. He looked up to see Enos in the cell. Friends, I don’t like when anything happens to Sheriff Strait, do you?

“Cletus, Enos is in the…” Bo commented.

“I see ‘em,” Cletus replied. He took Enos’ keys off the desk and opened the cell. Bo rushed in with him. He went to his knees not being able to do much more being cuffed like that.

“Enos, can you hear us?”

“Come on Enos…” Cletus tapped his face lightly as Rosco exited his office. His eyes widened as he saw everyone loaded around Enos. Rosco ran towards his friend. Now as he did, Enos’ eyes opened. Breathe a sigh of relief folks. Enos is goanna be okay.

“Dang, what happened?” Enos asked.

“That’s what we want to know,” Rosco replied.

“I was talkin’ to Flash one minute and the next everything went dark.”

“Where is Flash?” The phone rang. Rosco walked over to it and answered it.

“I don’t know.”

“Enos, it’s okay,” Bo cut in. Enos tried to get up. He was a little dizzy and sat back down. “He needs to see the doc.”

“I’ll do it once I get you settled in,” Cletus replies. Now friends, ain’t that the kicker. Okay, I’ll tell you what happens to Enos in advance. His head is fine, he just needed some stitches is all. Nothing too crazy.

Back at the Duke farm, Shawn was doing some work in the fields when Nancy-Lou approached him. “Bo’s in jail,” Nancy-Lou commented. Shawn shook his head and jumped off the tractor.

“Let’s get him out then.”

“No! You have to stay here.”

“Nancy-Lou, he’s my cousin.”

“You remember, if he gets in too much trouble, you have to run the race and save the day. Bo wants you here.”

“How are you going to get him out? You told me that your money supply was a little low.”

“A little low is putting it lightly. However, I do have an emergency supply of two hundred dollars. If I pawn my wedding ring…”

“Wo, no way!” Uh huh, I am with ol Shawn. Bo gave Nancy-Lou that ring out of love. I don’t want her pawning anything especially not that.

“It’s my choice. I have to get him out of there.”

“Sell my car. I’ll sell it to you for two fifty and you can sell it for what it is worth.”

“Are you insane? That is a…”

“I know what it is and I know how much it is worth too. Now come on, go.” Friends that is a good family system there. I wonder what Shawn will drive home. Don’t you?

A few hours later, Nancy-Lou went over to the police station. She saw Bo playing checkers with Enos who had a big band aid on the back of his head. “I think for once I am goanna beat you buddy,” Enos commented.

“Hey honey,” Nancy-Lou cut in.

“Hold on a sec sweetheart,” Bo replied. He picked up a checker piece and took almost every piece of Enos’ off the board. “That’s what I call game.”

“How’d you do that?” Enos asked.

“Ah, Uncle Jesse taught as about checkers when we were old enough not to eat the pieces, remember?”

“Dang.”

“Enos, I have the money for the tickets and General Lee to be de-impounded,” Nancy-Lou cut in.

“Okay, I’ll write up the paperwork and come and see you.” Enos got up to leave. Bo stared at his wife.

“How?” Bo questioned.

“Shawn,” Nancy-Lou replied.

“No…whatever he gave you, give it back.”

“I bought his car for two fifty.”

“That car is worth…”

“I know.”

“You have to…”

“He wouldn’t let me.”

“I have to…”

“He said don’t worry about it.”

“I…”

“I love you too.” Nancy-Lou kissed Bo through the bars. Enos came back and smiled.

“Alright, just enough to take out General Lee and for Bo’s tickets to be paid,” Enos said with a smile.

“Thanks for treating my husband so well Enos.”

“Anytime, Nancy-Lou.” Well, another crisis averted for the Dukes.

5

Now you can imagine the look on Rosco’s face right now. He looked plum sad as Havana walked over to him. “The Dukes are still racing on Saturday?” Havana asked.

“Look…I’m trying everything in my power but Dukes are tricky,” Rosco said.

“Well tricky won’t get Flash back to you.” Rosco’s head lowered. Now friends, I want to slap that woman don’t you?

“You’re treatin’ her alright ain’t ya? I mean she’s getting her doggie num-nums and everything?”

“Yes, she is being treated well for now. That could all change Rosco.” Rosco swallowed hard.

“You wouldn’t hurt my sweet hound dog would ya?”

“I want my money Coltrane. I would do almost anything to get it. Not even a hound dog will get in my way if you know what I mean.” Friends, you can only imagine how plum rotten Rosco was feeling.

The Dukes were celebrating though. Bo was free from jail. Nancy-Lou’s cravings were way up there. Now I am saying this in the nicest way. She was eating ice cream with pickles and chocolate sauce in it.

Now ain’t that a picnic you would rather avoid? Oh well. Shawn Duke and Bo Duke both had their heads turned at the sight. I would too wouldn’t you? “So you think we thwarted Rosco?” Shawn questioned Bo.

“Nah, you haven’t even seen the last of this. I know something’s goanna go down. I just can feel it in my left toe. I don’t know what it is though,” Bo replied.

“I wish we could just read people’s thoughts.” Bo lied back and looked up at the clouds. He smiled as he thought he saw the shape of a baby in the clouds.

“I know what I wish. I wish I could stay out here all day.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Dang it is beautiful out here. No troubles…”

“No Rosco tryin’ to cheat us out of the joys of life.”

“And my wife…” Bo turned his head to look at her but saw her take a big bite of a chocolate covered pickle. He cringed and turned away again. “Eating her little heart out.” Shawn laughed.

“You’re right, it doesn’t get any better than this.” Nancy-Lou put her bowl down.

“I am so dang hungry. I want something but I don’t know what. We don’t have it even if I want it though,” Nancy-Lou added.

“Sweetheart, you want me to take you back?” Bo questioned.

“Nah…I’ll live. You’re enjoyin’ the outside. I don’t wanna ruin that.”

“I’ll take you back to the house if you want,” Shawn replied.

“You would do that?”

“Sure, come on…Bo can stay out here a little while longer and I can drive you in the truck here.”

“Thanks Shawn,” Bo commented.

“Anytime. You just come back when you’re ready.” AS Nancy-Lou cleaned up the picnic, Shawn picked up the basket, leaving the blanket on the ground.

Now ain’t that nice? Bo gets to relax. However, there’s a funny thing about Dukes, they always seem to be in the wrong place at the right time.

Friends, do you know where Bo’s sitting? Close to Havana’s hideout. Flash may not be too fast but she can smell a Duke from a mile away. She could see the two guys sleeping in the hideout and got up off her soft pillow.

Flash leisurely made her way towards where Bo was staring at the clouds. She jumped on him and licked his face. “Flash sweetheart, where’d you come from? I had better take you to see Rosco before he looses his head.

Now folks as Bo got towards Hazzard, Rosco was formulating another plan to get Bo Duke. “Now Cletus, we have to find General Lee and throw him down a big ol cliff. That’s the only way to stop Bo from racing,” Rosco commented.

“Boss, I couldn’t do that to Bo! That would be killing a member of their family!” Cletus exclaimed.

“It’s a car you dipstick. It has no feelings. What would happen to Flash if you don’t throw General Lee down a hill?” Now you could see ol Rosco’s eyes were redder than strawberries. Cletus would do anything to keep Rosco from being this sad.

“Okay, I’ll do it.” Cletus went out into his patrol Car and started the engine. He was in search of General Lee who was coming into town on the opposite road Cletus was on.

Now Bo parked General Lee and pulled ol Flash out. He walked into the Sheriff’s station. Ladies and Gentleman, watch how plum happy Rosco’s goanna be. Bo knocked on the door.

“Get lost Enos! I plum told you earlier that I didn’t want to talk about it!” Rosco growled. Flash barked. Rosco opened the door. “Flash! Dang hound dog, where have you been. Bo where’d you find her?”

“Oh she came out of nowhere while I was havin’ a picnic. I reckoned you would be missin’ her,” Bo replied. Now ain’t that amazing? However…not everyone is out of trouble. Cletus left his hand cuffs on his desk and was coming back for them. He saw General Lee sitting there in plain sight.

Now if Cletus would have talked to Rosco for five seconds, he would have known that Boss Rosco had a change of heart and his hound dog back. However, he failed to talk to ol Rosco and was about to do the unthinkable…sink General Lee down the ravine.

“This is for you Flash,” Cletus said as he got in the General Lee. Of course Bo had left the keys in the ignition. Oh folks, I can’t watch. Bo heard the General engine as he was walking out with Rosco.

“Who the heck would steal General Lee?” Bo asked.

“Wooo-jit, Bo, you had better go after General,” Rosco said.

“What do you know that I don’t?”

“Cletus is goanna throw her down the ravine.”

“What?”

“If I didn’t…I wouldn’t get Flash Back. Dang…Bo git.”

“How am I goanna…” Rosco pulled out a badge.

“I officially deputize you until you get General Lee back.” He passed Bo the badge. Keys were in the Police Car. Bo got in and began cutting across country and every other shortcut he could think of.

Cletus is at the ravine! He’s at the top of the hill before it. Cletus takes the keys out of the ignition and takes off the emergency brake. General begins rolling down the hill. Friends, I don’t wanna watch.

Oh wait, there’s Bo flying through the air in front of General Lee. He’s trying to slow ol General Down. Dang, this is goanna be close. Bo gets close to the ravine but he stops General in time. Cletus runs over to Bo.

“Cletus, Boss already told me and he’s got Flash back. Now I want my keys back to General,” Bo explained.

“Dang…you mean I almost did that for nothing?” Cletus questioned.

“Yup.”

“I am sorry Bo.” Ain’t you glad ol Cletus didn’t succeed? I sure am.

6

Havana was madder than the mad hatter. She had enough of Rosco and enough of her goons. She knew that if she wanted Bo out of the race, she would have to do it herself. As she drove down the street, thinking of how she would do it, there was her chance.

Bo was taking a shipment of toys to the orphanage. Bo learned to whittle from Jesse. He had made horses and cars. All sorts of little things that children would appreciate were sitting right there in the truck. Havana smiled.

“I can do this,” Havana said. She tightened her grip on the steering wheel of the van. Havana pulled up close to Bo, hitting him hard with the van. Bo tried to keep the truck steady but before he could react, Havana hit the truck again.

“Crazy woman driver,” Bo commented. He hit her with his truck. “Maybe that will knock enough sense into her.” Havana hit Bo again. Bo slowed down hoping to avoid her. She slowed down, hitting Bo’s truck twice in the front bumper…running him right off the road!

He tried to steady the truck but the ground was too dang lumpy. Bo’s truck slammed into a tree. I don’t see him movin’ do you? Oh I just don’t like it when a Duke is hurt. Now you can imagine Havana sped off pretty quick.

Bo was sitting in that vehicle for a while. I do mean he was there for a long spell. However, someone was lookin’ out for Bo. Who was to pull up but ol BB Davenport.

Now friends, it is hard to miss any of the Duke vehicles normally. I promise you all the Dukes are well known in Hazzard County. When it is wrapped around a big chestnut tree believe me…it is noticeable.

BB ran out of his car faster than anything I had ever seen. You can just imagine how his heart was beating. He went over to the truck and felt for Bo’s pulse. A sigh of relief came over him.

Within minutes BB had an ambulance called. Nancy-Lou was in town waiting for the mail and Shawn was out in the field. No Dukes knew anythin’ about it…yet. Ol Judd Duke was sleeping on the couch at his house as it was his day off.

Meanwhile, BB is screamin’ over the CB. He tries a different channel Essy hears BB and picks up her receiver. Thank goodness BB Davenport is so persistent. He naturally explained what happened.

As Nancy-Lou was trying to slide her stomach into General LEE, Essy-Jane came running out. She locked the door quickly and put up a sign, closing the post office. Nancy-Lou knew something was wrong. She didn’t go anywhere.

“Nancy-Lou, when you get in, move over—I’m drivin,” Essy-Jane commented.

“Why?” Nancy-Lou asked.

“Simply, you’ll plum get us in a car accident.”

“I will not.”

“You will too…I know it too. Now move over—we got to get going…BB’s goanna meet us there.” Nancy-Lou knew that something was wrong. She got in the passenger’s seat.

“What is going on?” Essy-Jane swallowed hard as she got in the Driver’s seat. She began driving.

“Bo’s been in an accident.”

“WHAT?! No—Essy-Jane! You have to lay the hammer down.”

“Nancy…”

“No! What happened?” Nancy-Lou began to cry.

“BB found ol Bo’s truck wrapped like a present around a big ol tree. He called an ambulance. Docs are with him…BB said he ain’t conscious.”

“Dang!” Now you know Essy-Jane took every short cut to the hospital. When they got there, Nancy-Lou was pacing back and forth. I knew she wouldn’t take it well, heck I was in the same state.

“Nancy-Lou…baby, you need to sit down. “

“How can you say sit down at a time like this?” Nancy-Lou held onto her stomach.

“Nancy?” BB questioned.

“It’s nothing…just a little pain,” Nancy-Lou commented.

“A little pain?”

“Yeah…babies are probably worried too.”

“Pain ain’t good for pregnancy.” A nurse was passing by. BB tapped her shoulder. “Ma’am my friend is pregnant…well obviously. Uh…she says she’s feeling pain.”

“Don, can I get a wheelchair over here?” The nurse asked. They brought a wheelchair for Nancy-Lou.

“This really ain’t necessary,” Nancy-Lou commented. She held her stomach again.

“Darlin’ if you are feelin’ pain, there could be something wrong. I know you’re plum worried about your husband but you need to check on yourself too.”

“Oh alright.”

“I’ll go with you Nancy-Lou,” BB said.

“Okay…Essy-Jane don’t you leave here. I wanna know what is going on with Bo.”

“Honey I ain’t goin’ anywhere,” Essy-Jane replied. She fell asleep waiting for news of Bo. Someone tapped her on the shoulder, she popped up. There was Luke Duke standing there as plain as day.

“How is he?” Luke questioned. Essy’s eyes widened.

“Luke…how did you get here?”

“Daisy sent me the money—she couldn’t come because she—she had a tube pregnancy…”

“Oh my giddy aunt!”

“Yeah, they have to do surgery to get it out.” Essy shook her head.

“Poor Daisy.”

“How is Bo? Where’s Nancy-Lou?”

“Bo’s still in surgery—Nancy-Lou is down in the Maternity ward. She was having pain and they sent her down there. How did you even find out about…?”

“When BB couldn’t get a hold of Nancy-Lou, he called me.”

“Luke, I’m scared…I don’t know what’s goanna happen. BB said he hit his head hard.” The doctor came out.

“Looking for the family of Bo Duke,” Doctor said.

“That’s us.”

“I am Dr. Deep.”

“Hi, I’m Essy-Jane Duke this here’s my brother-in-law Luke. What is going on with my cousin?”

“Bo Duke hit his head pretty hard. When he hit it, Bo fractured his skull. He also had some bleeding in the brain. It was putting pressure on the brain. We went in and fixed the bleeding but…”

“But what?” Luke questioned.

“Bo is still unconscious and we frankly don’t know if this blow caused brain damage.” Now ain’t that a kick in the pants?

“When will you know?”

“When Bo wakes up. He is breathing on his own but the longer he stays in the coma…”

“No,” Essy-Jane softly said. Luke put an arm around her.

“Can we see him?” Luke asked.

“Yes. Talk with him—he can probably hear you.” Now downstairs Nancy-Lou was lying in bed. Doc Applebee walked in. Now he has privileges in the hospital and was Nancy-Lou’s baby doc.

“Okay what’s the verdict?” Nancy-Lou asked.

“Many times with twins, babies try to come out prematurely. The longer they’re in the uterus, the better. Nancy-Lou we gave you some medicine to stop your labor,” Doctor Applebee said.

“Thanks, so I can go back upstairs now?” Doc shook his head no. Nancy-Lou sighed. “My husband is upstairs fighting for his life and you won’t let me see him?”

“Nancy-Lou, for the safety of your babies, I have to recommend bed rest.”

“For how long?”

“At least a month.” Nancy-Lou shook her head.

“I have way too much to do to rest for a month!”

“Nancy-Lou, your babies are developing just fine but if they come out prematurely that can affect the health of them later on.”

“Do I have to stay at the hospital the whole time?”

“Nope, just until I know there is someone to take care of you. Now I will check on Bo okay?” Nancy-Lou sighed.

“Okay.” She took a deep breath and let it out slow. BB held her hand. “BB—I don’t think I can just lie here.” Nancy’s eyes filled with tears. Her lip quivered like leaves moving in the wind. “ I can’t just sit and wait for news. Bo is…”

“Bo is strong kid, you know it. Your Daddy knew it too. Bo Duke has a good head on his shoulders,” BB tried to reassure her.

“Bruce-Bob Davenport, you are wonderful.”

“I try.” Nancy-Lou shook her head. “What?”

“Shawn…he was working in the field…it was Judd’s day off. He must be sleepin’.”

“I’ll call Judd and Shawn.”

7

Now when Shawn heard, he put on his Blonde Bo wig incase someone saw him. He jumped in his car and began a goin’ when Havana saw him.

“No! I thought I got rid of this guy!” Havana exclaimed. She was so plum mad that she up and jumped in front of Shawn’s car. Shawn slammed on the breaks.

“Okay lady! I am really busy right now so if you would just get out of my way…” Shawn said in his best Bo impression.

“You are coming with me Bo Duke.” Shawn shook his head. You know them Dukes get in more trouble than a hound dog with fleas. I haven’t met one yet though that would go willingly with a baddie, have you?

“I don’t think so.” Shawn went to get back in his vehicle. Havana took out something to convince him. As she pulled the safety off, ol Shawn stopped dead in his tracks. He turned around slowly, staring at her.

“What kind of a gun is that?”

“A Japanese pistol…I am a crack shot so I suggest that you don’t run away.”

“You got yourself a deal lady.” Shawn put his hands up. Uh huh, he was in trouble now.

“You get in the front seat, you’re driving. I am going in the back. You try anything funny, I will kill you.”

“Figured as much.” Judd was coming down the road and saw the blonde haired guy go from one car into another, with a gun pointing to his head.

Judd knew it wasn’t Bo but he knew that Shawn did pretty good impressions. Judd began trailing the car. You think Havana was a dummy? Oh she saw him alright. She began shooting at him.

Shawn didn’t want his cousin hit. He swerved the car a bit. “I know what you’re doing so stop or I’ll…” Havana began.

“I’ll loose him okay? Just don’t hit him. You’ve got the one you want,” Shawn said, still impersonating Bo.

“You better or…”

“Yeah, yeah, you sound like an old record.” Duke racing Duke huh? Shawn was determined not to have his cousin killed. “Is this car souped up?”

“Yeah.”

“I assume this button is…”

“Nitro.”

“You got any in there?”

“Yes.” Shawn saw the ravine up ahead.

“Hang on then.” Now friends that is a big jump across there. Shawn is goanna need a lot of power. As he sees a small dip in the road, he pushes the button, the car takes off with great speed, landing on the other side.

Judd stopped of course. He shook his head. “Dang it,” Judd commented.

Meanwhile in the other car, Havana was thrilled. “Okay, pull yourself a U-turn and make your way over to the ol Jenson’s place,” Havana commanded.

“Yes ma’am,” Shawn said. He sighed.

Naturally Judd made his way to the hospital, knowing he was out of his league. As he got up to the surgical floor, Luke was sitting there slumped over. Judd cleared his throat.

“Hey…what are you doing here?” Judd questioned.

“Long story,” Luke answered.

“Well we’ll get into it later. We have a problem.”

“What?”

“Shawn’s been kidnapped. He was dressed up like Bo but I know…”

“Dang, I didn’t even know he was here…no one told me.” Luke shook his head. He held the bridge of his nose with his index finger and his thumb. Luke looked up after a moment. “That means whoever hit Bo meant to do it.”

“Yeah we have our speculations of who it was. However, Shawn deliberately lost me. That lady had a gun and I don’t think he wanted…”

“How could you loose her? You’re my brother for one and a Duke. Furthermore…”

“The engine was souped up real good. Nitro and all the hardware to make her run very fast.” Luke sighed.

“I don’t wanna leave the hospital. Bo ain’t awake and…”

“I know.”

“However, he’s in trouble…someone’s gotta…”

“I know.” Essy-Jane walked out into the hall.

“What do you know hun?” Essy-Jane asked.

“Shawn’s been kidnapped, baby.” Essy-Jane growled. She slammed her fist into the wall. You could tell that one smarted and who she wished she was hittin’. Yep, them Dukes love the word revenge.

“This day just keeps getting better.”

“Yeah, tell me about it,” Luke muttered.

“Look, Luke, you should be here.”

“Essy…I can’t.”

“Why not Luke?”

“Essy-Jane, I’ll go.”

“Why you?

“Simple, you promised Nancy and…”

“Sorry Luke, you’re going to loose this argument.”

“Well y’all are arguing, he’s getting tied up, tortured and who knows what else. Make up y’all’s mind all ready y’hear?” Judd broke in. Uh huh, someone had to be the voice of reason. Bo was still in a coma.

“I’m going,” Luke announced.

“I don’t think you are,” Essy replied.

“I can catch this lady. I have the skills to…”

“Yeah well, if anyone can get through to Bo it’s you.” Essy-Jane sighed. Her eyes were pleading to her brother in-law.

“But…”

“Luke, Judd and I can handle the bozos. We’ll get Enos on the horn. Maybe he can lend us a hand. You stay with Bo.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.” Now friends this is looking grim. Nancy-Lou is on bed rest, BB is holding her hand. Bo Duke is in a coma, Luke is goanna stay with him. Shawn is out at the baddie’s hideout with the bad dudes pointing guns on him.

I don’t know which situation I would want to be in, do you? I bet all of them wished they’d stayed home. I just hope this has a happy ending for the Dukes.

8

That there Shawn is all tied up with the blonde curly wig attached to his noggin. As I said before he is in some serious trouble. I don’t mean the kind of trouble you get in when you walk into Nancy-Lou’s kitchen with grubby boots on. I mean the trouble you get in when you’re in so deep quicksand looks good.

Now you can just imagine how the Dukes are feeling about this. Shawn doesn’t like it at all. However, he can’t loose his character or his cool. All he can do is wait for help.

“So Duke, how are you goanna drive now?” Havana asked.

“I’ll drive you crazy and then I’ll drive in the race. Anyway, this is only a minor set back,” Shawn said in his best Bo impression. Havana laughed.

“You’re not getting out of here.”

“Oh believe me, my cousins will find me and then you will be in big dog doo-doo.” Yes, Shawn is holding on. Hopefully Enos, Essy-Jane and Judd can do something about all this.

Okay, now I know what you’re thinkin’ what’s going on with Bo? Well, there he is in his room, just laying there. An IV in one hand; Luke’s hand in the other. Luke was trying to convince ol Bo to open up his eyes.

“You know, when we was kids, you always were more stubborn than I was. You always had to do everything the hard way. All you had to do was listen to someone. However, Bo Duke jumps before he thinks,” Luke commented.

Luke sighed as he stared at the bandage around his cousin’s head. He wanted his cousin to sit up and fight with him. Luke just wanted something to come out of his cousin’s mouth.

“I remember millions of times when you wouldn’t control your tongue. We’d land up in more trouble than anyone else. I don’t know how it happened—we were in the middle of a fist fight. So where is that stubbornness now huh Bo? Why ain’t you awake? Come on Bo, fight with me. Why don’t you sit up and punch me in the face you girl?” Luke asked.

Luke stared at his cousin for a minute, looking for movement. There was nothing. Not even a little amount of movement. Luke shook his head.

“Come on Bo, that’s all it takes. Move your hand—do something. The longer you’re in this thing the worse I feel. You don’t wanna hurt me do you? You don’t want me to feel this way right?” Luke continued.

He looked at Bo as his eyes filled with tears. Luke loved his cousin more than anything. He had done so much for him. Bo had been there through his darkest hours. Luke couldn’t picture Bo being gone. There was so much he had left to do.

“You can’t leave Bo, you can’t keep in this coma. Uncle Jesse passed the torch to you. I don’t know why. I don’t know why he chose you but he was right to,” Luke began.

His eyes filled with tears. Luke’s top lip began to quiver. He squeezed Bo’s hand. Luke kissed his cousin’s hand. Friends, this is hard to watch. I don’t like Luke being so sad. I don’t like Luke being hurt.

“You are amazing cousin. You helped Daisy to go for the surgery even though she was scared. You helped Maria not to worry about things so much. Bo, don’t you realize we still need you?” Luke questioned.

Luke suddenly felt a squeeze to his hand. He looked at Bo who had his eyes tightly closed. Luke moved closer. He looked at his cousin.

“Bo, you awake?” Luke questioned.

“No,” Bo mumbled. Luke began to laugh.

“Bo…I…”

“Luke, I know.” Bo looked around. He tried to sit up but felt dizzy. Bo was forced to lay down once more. “Where’s Nancy-Lou?”

“She’s uh…”

“She wasn’t where I was when I got hurt was she?”

“You don’t remember?”

“I don’t even know what happened. I know is I heard this voice telling me to hit you.”

“Are you goanna?”

“No, I don’t feel much like hitting you considering you came all this way to see me.”

“Good.”

“You still didn’t answer me. Where is Nancy-Lou?”

“She’s fine.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

“She’s in the maternity ward.” Bo’s eyes widened as he tried to sit up. He felt dizzy and went right back down again.

“Let’s go then…she’s having the babies I wanna be there.”

“Bo she didn’t have the babies…there was just a close call. Doc wants her to stay on bed rest.”

“Where’s Essy-Jane and Judd?”

“Going after Shawn.”

“Where’s Shawn?”

“He’s been kidnapped by the people we think hit you.” Bo ripped off his sheets. He went to sit up again and this time did it successfully. He held his head.

“Okay, let’s go get him.” Luke grabbed Bo’s shoulders, thrusting him back into bed. He pulled up the sheets to his neck.

“The only thing you’re doing is resting. You have had surgery and not to mention a major head injury they’ll wanna observe you.”

“You can observe me while we look.”

“Bo…”

“I ain’t goanna fight, just go with you.”

“Bo…”

“Luke, he was probably dressed up as me. Which means I would have been in his shoes. Look, you have gotta let me go.”

“No. I don’t, you stay here and get rest. I’m staying with you.”

“No, you go and save Shawn, if I can’t go you should. Though I still want to…”

“No.”

“At least push me down to see my wife.”

“I’ll ask the doc and if he says yes then I’ll do it.” Well the doc said it was okay but Bo wasn’t only thinking of Nancy-Lou at this point. Nope Shawn was still on his mind.

Remember what Luke said about being stubborn? Yep, Bo was the same way. You can’t tell a Duke No…I am sorry, it just doesn’t work that way. BB saw Luke’s back coming through the door.

Nancy-Lou was sleeping. “Hey kid, look who came to visit you,” BB began.

“Luke!” Nancy-Lou exclaimed. She looked closer to see something…or someone being pulled in with him. “Bo?”

“Hey good looking,” Bo commented. Nancy-Lou looked up at Luke.

“Should he be up out of bed?”

“Well, he talked the doc into it,” Luke replied.

“Bo of all the…”

“Hey I had to be here. How long do you think I can be away from you before I have to be around you?” Bo questioned.

“That was a mouthful, sweetheart.”

“I would love to stay and listen to the chatty dolls but I best be getting out there. I have Tillie with me and well we need to get going to look for Shawn,” Luke cut in.

“You better be careful with her…Uncle Jesse would…”

“I know, roll in his grave if I killed her off. I’ll be good—Nancy-Lou…make sure Bo doesn’t do anything stupid.”

“I’ll do my best.” Yep, trying to keep that boy under control is like trying to keep a lioness away from the antelope. Good luck Nancy-Lou.

Well anyway, after Luke left, Nancy-Lou and Bo chewed the fat for a few minutes. He then told BB he was tired and BB went to take him back up to the surgical unit.

Now the minute he got there, Bo told BB he couldn’t stand the surgical get up. He began to get dressed in his own clothes. Do y’all think that he’s serious or lying again? I think he is formulating a plan, don’t you?

Bo got in his clothes and got into bed. As BB fell asleep, Bo took of the sheets. He pulled out his IV. Now y’al can tell Bo is a little dizzy right? Yep. He didn’t care though. A member of the family was ready to be moved.

Bo snuck over to the elevator, passing the nurses. He was still holding his head. Bo smiled as he pushed the down button. He was tapping his boots on the ground softly. All of a sudden, someone grabbed his shoulder. Bo jumped.

“Okay, didn’t you say tired?” BB asked.

“Yep, to get Nancy-Lou off my back. Let’s go,” Bo announced. Uh…I wonder if that hit to the head did something to his senses.

“Where?”

“To save Shawn. You know, I ain’t about to let him get all kidnapped by himself.”

“Luke wants you to go to bed.”

“What does Luke know?”

“The doctor told me this was a major surgery.”

“So?”

“He says you should go to bed.”

“Look, BB, if I don’t find a way out right now, I’ll do it behind your back. Would you rather I drive or you?” Folks, I think y’all know the answer to that one. BB sighed.

“Let’s go.” Now if Nancy-Lou would have been up there, Bo would have been in bed. Significant others typically have what the other lacks.

9

Now y’all back to ol Shawn who has decided he has been in this mess long enough. Dukes don’t like sitting tight. Shawn figured out that the Jenson’s barn wasn’t built like it should be. That beam that held the whole place up was good. However, what he was tied to looked like it could break at any minute.

Leave it to a Duke to discover something wrong with the beam. Shawn smiled—now folks, I would know that smile from anywhere. That smile doesn’t mean that he was goanna kiss Havana.

Shawn pushed with his hip on the beam and sure enough, with only a little force it came free. Now this seems too easy, doesn’t it? Well that’s because it is. Y’all should know a Duke doesn’t get away easily by now. Nope their luck runs in reverse until they invent their own.

No sooner had Shawn become free, no sooner had he began running…you wouldn’t believe what happened. Heck I’m tellin’ the story and I don’t even believe it. Shawn made it to the car—the souped up one. Heck, he even started the car.

Havana popped out from the seat, grabbing him by the hair. Okay, the wig. Now friends, when that wig came off…you know what Havana did right? She gasped.

“You ain’t Bo!” She screamed.

“No,” Shawn replied in his normal voice.

“You ain’t Bo at all.”

“No, I could have told you that.” Havana pulled out her gun. “Pull the keys out of the ignition now!” Shawn did as he was told. Out of the blue, you could hear the Dixie horn ringing proudly in the night air. Now friends, I must admit. I love that horn, don’t you?”

“Who is…” BB was behind the wheel with Bo in the front seat. You know, I missed seeing Bo in the air like this. I know he wants to drive but Bo would live with this for now.

“Hit the side of the barn,” Bo commanded. BB knew what Bo was planning. You could see the planks shooting outwards as General Lee ploughed through the one side of the barn. The whole barn flung on it’s side completely distracting Havana.

Shawn pulled the gun out of her hand. “You reach for the sky ma’am,” Shawn calmly stated. Well, this was going well. The goons took out their guns, shooting at General’s tire.

“Oh I am goanna rip their…” Bo began.

“You are goanna stick to the car y’hear?” BB cut in.

“I am goanna stick to the car.” BB pulled his large body out. He hit the one guy in the head. Meanwhile, Shawn moved ol Havana over to General Lee.

“Bo, do me a favor,” Shawn began.

“Consider her watched,” Bo replied. Shawn helped BB take down the bad guys one by one. Now I suppose this is normal…in Hazzard.

Wait, you wanna know all the details. Well, Nancy-Lou tore a strip out of Bo when he got back to the hospital. Luke ran the race with Shawn as his helper…Luke won, giving Bo the prize money.

Nancy-Lou and Bo got out of the hospital at the same time. Bo wouldn’t stick to the wheelchair. He carried his wife to the car…even though the nurses didn’t like it much. Now that’s a Hazzard ending.

by: Essy Jane

Welcome to Hazzard County y’all. I’m sure you’re wondering what today holds but I have said it once and I’ll say it again—Hazzard is a funny place. You never know what could happen and how long it will take to stir up. Take these vicious characters sitting by Hazzard Creek. Now they look like just everyday fishermen.

Don’t be fooled though. Remember y’all, this is Hazzard County after all. That there sitting with the boys is the one and only Dewey Hogg. Now Dewey Hogg is about as welcomed in Hazzard County as an outhouse breeze.

As you can remember, Dewey Hogg gave Bo and Luke a run for their money last time. Now that it’s Bo and no Luke, I just wonder how long it will take them to notice. Especially since Dewey doesn’t look like he’s making his move.

Yep Dewey was fishing alright—fishing for trouble. I knew that look. He seemed to feel that there wasn’t a trouble in the world. This usually meant that he was cookin’ up something on the whole that will be full of trouble.

“Why are you back in Hazzard?” One of Dewey’s henchmen asked. Dewey sighed as he put the back of his head on his left arm.

“For good reasons George. Think about it. Rosco Coltrane is about as smart as a doorknob. Then again, a doorknob could just be smarter,” Dewey replied. He leaned back on the shadowy bottle green grass now in good spirits. Now you know that smile doesn’t mean he’s excited about the Easter bunny.

“Do you think we can get away with it?”

“Please, I’m a Hogg. The only thing we love more than money is scheming in regards to getting more money.” Now friends, you know that he’s right.

“You’re right Boss.” George laughed without hesitation. “I think with your brains we can really do this thing.”

“But of course.” This Hogg is up to no good. I just know somehow the Dukes are goanna get

Well, meanwhile, there was something happening at the Duke farm. Nancy-Lou had been working out hard for a marathon she wanted to run for the children’s center over in Chickabe County. Now Nancy-Lou was quite the runner. Bo didn’t want her to enter the race in the first place.

Though in recent times, he didn’t even try to tell Nancy-Lou off. Nancy was moodier than a hound dog with fleas. Ah, don’t tell her I told you that. Let me tell you ladies and gentlemen don’t mess with any critter whose moods are like that. “Hey hun,” Bo carelessly said, going to kiss his wife. Nancy pulled away. “What the heck did I do?”

“Oh do I have to explain not wanting to be kissed when I’m all sweaty?” Nancy-Lou began.

“No but I would…”

“It’s always about you, isn’t it?”

“I didn’t say…”

“Bo, I’m sick and tired of you trying to stop me from working out.” Bo crocked an eyebrow. “What is wrong with you now?” Bo shrugged as he looked down at his feet. Nancy-Lou tapped her foot slowly, waiting for a response. Now didn’t I tell you she was in a bad mood?

“Nothing.” Nancy began to cry. Bo looked more or less mortified at the sight of this. “Oh sweet heart, don’t cry. I hate to see you cry. Whatever I did I’m sorry.”

“Why was I so lucky? I mean how did I get you?” Bo began to laugh. As he did, Nancy-Lou began to laugh and cry at the same time. “I’m crazy aren’t I?”

“You ain’t anything. You are magnificent.”

“No, I’m crazy. I can’t help it you know.”

“I know that, you’re a Davenport, they’re made that way.” Nancy-Lou placed her hands on her hips.

“So you think I’m crazy AND my whole family’s crazy?” Nancy-Lou broke down, continuing to cry. All Bo could do was laugh. “What is so funny?

“I love you. I love your crazy family. I love everything about you. Can you believe I love you when you’re crazy too.” Nancy-Lou began to cry even harder. “Oh hun, don’t cry.”

“I’m sorry. I just…well, I love you a lot.”

“Look, I think you’ve had a long day. You’ve just been super tired and you haven’t been feeling well. Maybe you should see the doc. He’ll know how to patch you up.” Nancy-Lou kissed her husband.

“You’re so patient with me.”

“Sometimes I am, Nancy-Lou.” Nancy stared deep into Bo’s eyes. She began to play with his curly locks. Nancy-Lou smiled.

“How could I ever get along without you?” Bo shrugged gently. A grin rolled across his face. Nancy-Lou kissed her husband kindheartedly.

They looked into each other’s eyes as they continued to kiss. Unexpectedly, Bo’s left eye twitched. Now y’all, a woman knows when something’s going on with her husband and believe you me, something was going on.

“What is it?” Nancy-Lou questioned, her face now full of concern.

“My big toe is hurting.” Nancy-Lou shook her head. She sighed to herself. Bo nodded his head peacefully. “You know what that means.”

“Trouble and lots of it for Hazzard County; that’s what.”

“I should take you to the doctor though.”

“Bo, something’s cooking in Hazzard County, if your toe is telling you so then you know that you have to scoot. If you don’t the whole place could be in shambles.”

“I’m sure Hazzard can live without the Dukes for one day.”

“Are you kidding me? You remember what happened last time? Look, I’ll be fine. Why don’t you go into town? I’ll take the pickup and talk to the doctor about some blood tests or whatever he can to find out why I have been throwing up so much.”

“Are you sure? I mean I could go out with you.” Nancy-Lou shook her head. She stared at Bo for a minute and then smiled. Now you can see the love on their faces. Nancy will always love Bo a lot won’t she?

“Yes, I’m very sure.” Bo kissed Nancy-Lou. Now ain’t that nice? Even when Nancy-Lou is crazy and Hazzard County is in trouble, there is still time for love. Y’all hold onto your seats, bathroom time ain’t recommended at this part of the show.

Now Bo of course went to see BB Davenport. Now if anyone is going to know what happens in Hazzard County it would be your local mechanic. You think he’s just working on cars? Heck no. When a gal wants gossip she goes to a beauty parlor. If folks want true hardcore facts they see their local mechanic.

BB Davenport sees and hears more than ol Cletus does any day. And why? Well people trust him of course. BB is one of the best. However, when you go to see BB it is to do with the garage.

Of course Bo didn’t want to seem like he was just asking BB for the low down. So what does he do? What any warm hearted country boy would do. “Hey BB. I was wondering if you have any rims for sale. General needs to look fighting fresh for when he rides.” BB Shifts his eyes. Now folks, a Davenport know when a Duke wants something more than what he’s asking for.

“Well, I do always carry enough rims to fit an army of Generals. Y’all go through more tires than a factory,” BB replied.

“Awesome.” Bo went silent for a moment. Trying to think of more to say. Now you know Bo is really curious. “If I left the General with you, could you fit him some new ones?”

“Does a duck have feathers?”

“Awesome.” Bo rolls his foot in the soiled oil lying on the floor. Yep, you can see it in his eyes. Ol BB knows Bo ain’t gonna come right out with it. Heck, when ol Uncle Jesse, God rest’em, was around he had the same trouble.

“Anything else?”

“Well, now that you mention it, you haven’t heard of any disturbances happening in Hazzard County have you?”

“Disturbances no—however, I did hear a name I haven’t heard in a dog’s age.”

“What’s that?”

“Dewey Hogg.” Uh huh, you could see the shiver going up and down Bo’s spine. It ain’t because he was cold neither. Now he knew that if Dewey was in town to see ol Boss Rosco it wouldn’t be for the pleasure of his company.

“Oh great, him again.”

“Well, I knew you would be very tickled to see him again.”

“Very funny BB.” Bo knew as well as I did that when Dewey Hogg starts a knockin’ there is trouble waiting by his feet. Mama always did say never drop your gun to hug a grizzly. Believe me folks, Dewey was far from a teddy.

“What do you think he’s up to?”

“Who knows? What I do know is it ain’t no good.”

“True enough. Whelp, I better work on the ol’ General Lee. You can borrow the blue car if you need it. You know, just while you’re gone.”

“Thanks BB, you’re a real pal.”

“You’re welcome, keep between the ditches.” Bo got in the blue sedan that Cooter had left BB when he moved. Now old Coot was working on being the best dang senator these here US of A states had ever seen. Y’all know that Cooter left Hazzard cars in the best of hands, right?

I bet y’all are wondering what’s up with Nancy-Lou. Well sir, Doc Applebee was just announcing it to her. Hold onto your britches y’all. Now Nancy-Lou thought she was gonna die. After throwing up for a while a person would suspect that. She was shaking thinking of every possibility it could be…well, except maybe one.

“Nancy-Lou, you’re pregnant,” Doc told her. Nancy-Lou swallowed hard.

“This can’t be. I can’t be pregnant,” Nancy-Lou commented.

“Kido, you’re about three months pregnant I think. You’re ripe as can be. I have delivered many babies. I have seen many pregnant ladies. I just know.” Nancy-Lou shook her head. This was impossible.

“We don’t have time for children.”

“Sorry, you have no choice. Now Nancy-Lou, I was wondering if you wanted an ultrasound while you were here. We got one of them new fangled machines and wanted to try it out on ya.”

“I would love it.”

Now wouldn’t you know it, a first in Hazzard. We’ll get back to Nancy-Lou in a minute. Right now, Bo Duke was about to get himself into a mess that only a Duke would know how to get into.

Imagine the usual. Bo is driving down a long stretch of dirt road, heading back for the Duke farm. Y’all remember our fishermen? Well ol Dewey is heading down the road, straight for Bo Duke. Now you know this ain’t goanna end well.

Dewey sees the General and smiles. He begins to rub his hands together. Now y’all remember the look in his eye. That don’t mean he wants to wave and act all friendly like. Oh no, that is a typical Hogg look.

“Well just run him off the road, George,” Dewey announced.

“Boss, you know as well as I do that you shouldn’t tick off a Duke,” George replied. Well, a man with some sense. I wonder if ol Dewey’s goanna listen to that.

“Do as I said.” Uh huh, ain’t too bright is he? I guess we’ll see how ol Bo reacts to this one. What’s Dewey cooking up?

“Whatever you say Boss.” George sped up and played a little chicken with Bo. Bo swerved out of the way, hitting a tree. From the other car, George and Dewey were laughing. Now Bo doesn’t like to be messed with. Y’all know that. You know we haven’t seen the last of his battle.

Now Bo Duke was madder than a flea who’d been taken off a dog. One because he messed up BB’s car and two because he lost control. Like ol George said, you never mess with a Duke.

Dewey wasn’t dumb neither; he knew this fact. Ol’ Dewey wanted to tick off Bo. Get a Duke mad enough and he does some announcing for you. After a couple of hours of waiting BB Davenport had already picked up fuming Bo.

“Can you believe that idiot? I should skin him alive,” Bo grumbled.

“You can’t,” BB replied. Bo crossed his arms glaring at his friend. You know that look don’t ya?

“And why not? Have you developed some sort of friendship with him?”

“The only friendship I would have with a Hogg like him is the one where I turn him in to the law.” Bo smiled however, his face turned back to anger.

“Then why don’t you want me to skin him?”

“Not in your nature, Bo.” Bo laughed. Now when BB Davenport was right, he was right. Bo was too much like a kitten. Sure he would rumble with a man but really attack him? No sir, not in him.

“BB, we have to warn the lawmen.”

“Bo Duke, you are right. They have rights to know that ol’ Dewey Hogg is in town.” Now you see what I mean? Dewey wanted ol’ Rosco to know about him. He wanted Rosco to come up with a Rosco like plan. Y’all following me?

Rosco knew as well as anyone that ol Dewey was nothing but trouble. He of course sent his deputy, Cletus Hogg and his Sheriff Enos Strate out to get them. Just to be safe, Rosco put three guards on the bank and closed up for the day. Now you know that can’t be good don’t ya, folks?

Back to Nancy-Lou who was having her ultrasound without Bo. “Oh my, what a cute little…what in the world?” Doc Applebee began.

“What is it?” Nancy-Lou questioned.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Is there something wrong with the baby?”

“It seems to be growing some extra limbs. The heart beat is funny too.” Nancy-Lou’s eyes widened.

“So my baby is…”

“Nancy-Lou, no, your baby is fine or should I say babies.”

“What?”

“You are pregnant with twins.” Nancy-Lou shakes her head. “Nancy, congratulations, this must be a real blessing for you.”

“No, you’re full of it. You’re wrong. I am not having twins. Do the ultrasound again.”

“Nancy-Lou Duke, I can do it over and over and I will still have the same results.”

“I can’t be pregnant now with twins, that’s impossible.” Nancy-Lou growls, staring at Doc Applebee evilly. “You’re a jerk Applebee. You deliver this kind of news at a time like this?”

“Nancy-Lou, you came to me.”

“I tell you what, if you pretend like this didn’t happen I’ll…”

“Nancy-Lou, you’re pregnant. There is no bargaining, no denying. You’re just gonna have to except it.”

“Alright, so what does this mean then? I mean I am having twins. I can’t deal with twins. Bo is always saving Hazzard.”

“He was raised here when Jesse was doing the same thing. It will be fine.” Nancy-Lou shakes her head. “What is it?”

“I don’t think I can deal with twins.” Nancy-Lou pushes her hair back and sighs.

“You can and you will.” Nancy begins to shake her head. Doc Applebee put his hands on her shoulders. “You can Nancy-Lou. You’ve taken on many a criminal. This is a challenge, a new challenge.”

“What will Bo say?”

“He’ll be thrilled. Don’t forget to tell him okay?”

“Oh believe me, I won’t.”

“I’ll let you get dressed now.”

“Thanks Doc Applebee.” Nancy-Lou walked out of the Doctor’s office only to find Bo leaning on the pickup.

“Hey beautiful, how did it go?” Bo questioned. Nancy-Lou looked around the street.

“Where’s the General Lee?”

“Getting new rims.”

“Bo I gotta…”

“I got into another accident thanks to Dewey Hogg.”

“What’s he doing back in town?”

“I don’t know but it can’t be any good. Rosco was nervous and closed the bank.”

“What about the Boar’s Nest? Doesn’t he have some of his treasures hidden there? You know, the ones left by Boss for him?”

“Oh man, I never thought about that. We got to get out there and stop Dewey.” Nancy-Lou snapped her fingers.

“Honey, there might be one more thing. Do you remember the diamond ring convention is coming to town—at the Boar’s Nest? Destiny wanted a new ring and Rosco’s goanna get it for her.”

“Oh man.”

“Yeah this is going to be huge.”

“Honey, I’m sorry, I cut you off earlier. What were you going to say? You know, it started out with Bo I gotta…”

“Oh never mind, we have more important things to deal with right now.” Uh huh, Nancy-Lou knew if she told Bo about the baby she wouldn’t be coming, Essy would be. Now Nancy-Lou ain’t one to stay home when an adventure is afoot.

This could be interesting. Now Rosco was guarding the Guards. It was kind of interesting. You know, he doesn’t trust anybody. “Alright you guards know that you should be guarding with pride. Stand up straight…Khee. That looks about right,” Rosco commented with pride.

They began to listen to his command. Now y’all, these were once Boss Hogg’s guards. Belonging to Rosco felt almost like a demotion. Boss Rosco was just as nasty as Boss Hogg but with a twist. Every lunch break came out of their pay. Uh huh, got to love capitalism.

Anyway, the Dukes were onto something when they thought of the Boar’s Nest. After Boss Hogg left, Rosco wanted to do everything bigger. You know how he is, I mean just look how he dresses.

The vault was the size of a large walk in closet, a luxury for most folks. Boss Rosco was sure that they would never know the password to ol Boss Rosco’s safe. However, everyone forgets that Rosco is in love with his old hound dog.

That is everyone except for Dewey Hogg. Old Flash had a number tagged on his ear 2321-34. Uh huh, the three number combination on a safe. “George this is easier than taking candy from a baby,” Dewey commented.

“Boss, in broad daylight, I mean ain’t this a little risky?” George questioned.

“This is one thing I know. Enos and Cletus are circling the neighborhood ol Boss is guarding his guards. This plan couldn’t have been more perfect if I planned it. Oh wait, I did,” Dewey replied.

“I still think it is too good to be true.”

“What could possibly go wrong?” At that moment, a board on top of the Boar’s nest split and down came Bo Duke. Dewey shook his head. “I just had to ask.”

“Okay Dewey, give up the act,” Bo exclaimed. George pulled out a gun. “Or not.”

“You think I didn’t expect you Dukes to come pussyfooting around? I know y’all a little better than that. No Nancy-Lou?”

“She’s sick.” Now Bo wasn’t lyin’ Nancy-Lou was throwing up in the bushes. Yep, pregnant women want to be helpful but their bodies show them no mercy.

“Happens even to the best of us.” Bo shakes his head. Bo is taken out with a gun to his head, naturally Nancy-Lou has just finished being sick. She growls when she sees Bo with a gun to his head. However, she knows that if she does anything her man will die.

Now ain’t that horrible? Nancy-Lou has to sit and watch while baddies take away her husband. Not to mention she hasn’t told him the good news yet. Uh huh, ain’t that interesting?

Nancy-Lou wanted to follow them but as you well know the General sticks out like a sore thumb. Ol Bo wasn’t too thrilled when they started shooting at his woman. It wasn’t long before Nancy-Lou had a flat tire and the man with the gun had a black eye.

You can probably guess Bo was knocked out with the head of the gun after that stunt. Nancy-Lou is pretty fast at changing a tire but she knew she couldn’t take them on again by herself. Essy was in the post office working hard. That was her first choice.

Judd was still teaching school. He was her second choice. BB would be a good choice if he wasn’t out at ol Smoot’s place dragging his van out of a mud pit.

Now you can imagine Nancy-Lou tried to race to the police station to tell ol Rosco. As she was on her way Cletus was right behind her with the sirens on. “Oh Cletus,” Nancy-Lou grumbles to herself, “I am not in the mood for you and your shenanigans.”

Nancy-Lou was trying to maneuver away from him but for some reason Cletus was keen on catching up to her and arresting her that day. Nancy-Lou wasn’t in a crying mood nor was she in a happy mood. No sir her head was hotter than a honeymooning couple in a hotel.

“Cletus, you think for five minutes you’re wasting my time, think again! I ain’t even goanna go at it with you today,” Nancy-Lou growled.

“Boss Rosco wants to arrest you for stealing his money from his safe and the diamonds for his show for Destiny,” Cletus told her.

“Cletus, you think that I would steal anything?” Cletus shakes his head. Nancy-Lou begins to cry.

“What is it darlin’?”

“My husband has crooks left and right of him and you don’t even care. Probably sympathizing with ol’ Dewey ‘cause y’all are related.”

“The only thing my kin and I have in common is our name. I would never let Bo get hurt.” Nancy-Lou began crying harder. “Oh don’t cry Nancy-Lou.” Cletus gave her his hanky. She wiped her eyes, blowing her nose in it. Nancy handed it back to Cletus. Now do y’all see that look on Cletus’ face? Uh huh, he seems to be mortified.

“Cletus, everyone’s busy. The closest not-so busy Duke is in New York and he’s a baby. Who is goanna save my husband?”

“We’ll think of something.”

“But you wanna arrest me.” Nancy-Lou began crying again.

“No I don’t…besides, if you prove to me you are innocent, I don’t have to arrest ya.” Now y’all I knew Cletus had to have some of the Hogg brains.

Now I guess you wanna know what’s happening with Bo. Dewey Hogg is no dummy…then again, y’all know that. You can only imagine how Bo Duke was feeling. He’s chained to a wall like a cellar during a tornado.

“You Dukes never know when to leave things alone do ya?” Dewey commented.

“You Hoggs never know how to keep the greed on a leash either,” Bo growled back. Dewey shook his head. He stared Bo in the face and began laughing. Now y’all know how much a Hogg loves money, picture ol Duck Tales and Uncle Scrooge swimming in his money. Hoggs wouldn’t get a swimming pool, heck they would get a pool, hot tub and car lined with money if they could.

“Who died and made you a cop? Hazzard has a police force. You Dukes should take a lesson and let them handle it.”

“See the jewels land in your hands? Not ever. Nancy-Lou is goanna come after you and then…”

“Oh I am shaking,” Dewey said, his speech dripping with sarcasm. Now come on y’all, don’t you wanna see Bo bust him right now? Now if you were looking behind Bo’s back, you could see him take a pin out of his wallet…kept there in case of emergencies.

“Hey, she’s a Davenport by blood.”

“So she’s goanna fix my car?” All the other men laugh at Dewey’s joke. Dewey gave them all the cut off signal. “Face it Bo, she ain’t no blood hound.” Bo growls.

“You’ll get yours and then you will wish you NEVER messed with my girl or me.” Yep, you never wanna mess with a Duke or their kin.

“You know what Bo? I have been taking on your family for years.”

“And we have beaten you everytime.”

“You don’t have Luke, you don’t have Daisy anymore and you don’t have the old man either.”

“Don’t talk about my Uncle Jesse, you have no right.”

“Hey, I didn’t mean anything by it. Jesse was the second best thing Hazzard produced. The first was my Uncle Boss.” Bo rolled his eyes. Now I am sure you don’t wanna see Dewey play with the veins in ol Bo’s head.

Let’s go back and see what’s up with the General Lee and the occupants. After all you think Nancy-Lou would take a police car? Not on your life. You think General Lee stuck out? Now add the police to the situation.

Now Nancy-Lou had made it pretty far down the road, following the tracks. Cletus was driving and she was sitting up on the hood. They went at this for a little while, finding a hide out…abandoned as well as the car they had been following. However, Nancy-Lou could see Bo’s wallet which he conveniently dropped so Nancy could find it.

“Well he’s alive at least,” Cletus said with a smile as Nancy-Lou went through Bo’s wallet. Nancy-Lou whacked Cletus with Bo’s wallet six times. “OW! What did I do?”

“YOU AREN’T RESPECTING MY HUSBAND!” Now friends, Nancy-Lou wouldn’t do this normally. She’s quite sweet. However, don’t mess with a pregnant Duke looking for her husband.

“Man, I’m glad Bo married you. I had a crush on you.” Nancy-Lou’s eyes began to weld up.

“You had a crush on me?” She began to cry. “Never mind that, we need to find Bo. With the way their heading…according to these…slightly deeper tracks, their heading south.”

“There are two roads that are south. How are we goanna know which one Bo is on?”

“My Bo will signal us somehow.” As Nancy-Lou got behind the wheel, you could see the fire in her eyes. Poor Cletus, he never knew what was coming. She was driving like a maniac by now.

“Now how are you going to see a sign driving like that?” Suddenly Nancy-Lou slammed on her breaks. She got out of the car quickly. “I had to ask.”

“Come on Cletus!” Nancy-Lou picked up a small ring off of the ground. “I’m goanna hit him!”

“Wedding ring?”

“Yep.”

“How did you see that?” Nancy-Lou smiled.

“It was easy…I knew what to look for.” Nancy-Lou walked back to the General and climbed in. She started it. “Besides, it was glimmering.” You can see how close Nancy-Lou is to catching these boys. You see that big van up there? All the jewels and everything was in that there vehicle. Bo was in there too.

By now Dewy was so sick of Bo’s troublesome nature. Bo had a red mark on his face to prove it. “I can’t believe you got out of those chains. You made me think you were still bound! Throwing hints out the window for wifey to see!” Dewey exclaimed.

Now the sound of the blazing horn arrived in the background. Man, I love that ol Dixie horn. “You’re driving Cletus,” Nancy-Lou’s voice echoed from the General Lee.

“No you’re driving,” Cletus commented.

“You are absolutely wrong! You are driving.” Nancy-Lou pulled herself out from the window. She crawled on the hood of the General Lee and grabbed onto the top of the van.

Now friends, if Bo knew she was pregnant, he would have been so angry at this point. Nancy-Lou climbed on the top. In the van, people were getting anxious.

“Get her off!” Dewy screamed. The guy started winding the van to and fro. Bo slid himself over to the hatch on the van, opening it. He got a gun pointed at his face. “Sit down.”

“Whatever you say,” Bo replied. He pushed the jewels out the door with his bottom.

“NO!” Meanwhile, Nancy had put her legs in front of the man driving the truck. They pulled over. With all the jewels in custody, as Cletus was cuffing people, Dewy managed to get away in the van. Now they found the van but no Dewy.

Cletus got reward money for finding the jewels, Rosco got late fees for not returning the rings. Uh huh, ain’t that justice? Now the best part is now at hand.

Nancy-Lou is about to tell Bo the news. “Bo, I have something to tell you, the Doctor told me what it is. I mean what has been making me so crazy,” Nancy-Lou began. Bo buried his hands in his face.

“Essy-Jane told me it might be this. She told me you might be going through early stages of the changes of life,” Bo replied. Now ain’t that a kicker? Essy-Jane thinks its menopause.

“What? No.”

“You’re not dying are you? I mean you don’t have cancer…please don’t tell me you’re dying. I just don’t think I could take it.”

“Bo I’m pregnant with twins.”

“That’s it?”

“You’re taking it really well.”

“I’m goanna be a daddy?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh.” 3…2…1 and Bo has landed face first on the floor. That’s the way we handle pregnancy in Hazzard County. Come back soon y’hear?

by: Essy Jane

Well now, look at General Lee, he’s speeding through the south like a tornado through a trailer park. Meet Bo Duke and his beautiful wife. Nancy-Lou Duke. They’re newly weds. Now being newly weds is fun.

I ain’t fixing on doing it again. All that Lovey dovey stuff could make a man hurl. Well not me of course. My wife is as beautiful as she is smart.

Anyway, they’re going to watch Roscoe make a fool of himself with public speaking. Not a bad way to spend an afternoon now is it? Now don’t worry folks, Bo didn’t forget the popcorn.

“Why would you wanna see Roscoe make a fool of himself anyway?” Nancy-Lou asked.

“Well I thought it would be fun,” Bo replied. Bo turned the corner. “Besides, BB said he had a new toy to show me.” Nancy-Lou began to laugh.

“Any excuse to see what BB’s got for ya huh?”

“You had better believe it.” Remember folks, Dukes are good at two things—racing and love. Bo has already gotten the love part of it down to a science. Bo parked the car.

“Bo, we have some time, let’s head on over to the post office.”

“Sure thing, Miss Nancy-Lou.”

“That’s Mrs. Nancy-Lou to you buster.” She winked. They gave each other a kiss.

“Okay, you are a Mrs. Duke but you don’t have to worry too much.” Bo kissed her again.

“Oh yeah? Why not?”

“Simple, I won’t let anyone else touch you. That’s got to mean your safe.”

“My hero.” She kissed him. I told you being a newly wed was tricky.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you way more.”

“No way, you’ll never know how much I truly love you.”

“You know if we do this all day, we’ll miss comedy hour and BB’s new toy.” Bo nodded.

“I guess we had better get in there then, huh?” Both walked into the post office. The little bell rang as the door opened and shut.

Essy was leaned right over grabbing her daughter. She put her in the playpen carefully. Nancy-Lou smiled.

“Take a number and I’ll be right with you,” Essy commented. Bo shook his head. After how long everyone knew everyone else, Essy still obeyed the rules of the post office.

Bo grabbed a number. He held onto it tight. Now Nancy-Lou and Bo were both staring at little Esmeralda. They hugged each other, thinking about how much they wanted children.

“Number one,” Essy-Jane said. He handed her the number. “Bo, I need some identification please.”

“You know me better than you know your own husband,” Bo protested.

“Rules are rules, Bo Duke now—I wanna see some ID.” Bo rolled his eyes, pulling out his driver’s license.

“There you are Essy now can I have my dang mail?”

“I don’t know, can you Bo?” Nancy-Lou began laughing. Bo shrugged.

“I can’t win with you two.” Nancy-Lou kissed Bo again. “Especially with an argument like that. She kisses and I forget everything I say.”

“Well we got you all beat because we know you. Now say it properly.” Essy-Jane was always a stickler for English—even if she didn’t speak it well herself. Bo rolled his eyes.

“May I have my mail?”

“Sure.” Essy-Jane handed him three letters. One from Luke—one was a bill and the other from Daisy.

“Any for me?” Nancy-Lou asked.

“A number Nancy, take a number.” Nancy did as Essy said.

“Got one.” She quickly pulled out her wallet, grabbing her driver’s license. “Here’s my ID.”

“Number two your up and ready to be served.” Nancy-Lou handed Essy-Jane the number and the ID. “Here you go.” Nancy-Lou received two letters, one from her Dad and one from her Mom.

“Thanks Essy,” Nancy-Lou and Bo said at the same time.

“No problem.” They walked outside and smiled at each other. Nancy and Bo were so happy. You could see it in their eyes. What a couple.

“You know, I don’t think she’ll ever change,” Bo announced.

“Of course not, rules are rules and Essy-Jane won’t bend them for anyone.”

“Don’t I know it. She is stubborn as they come.” That’s right boys and girls, this is the way Mrs. Essy Duke was.

2

They walked across the street and sat on the grass. Bo opened his letter from Luke:

Dear Bo,

Maria is still on bed rest. I didn’t know what to do at first. Something she said hit me, “Without me, we’ll be crushed.”

With the baby coming soon, I have been more than worried. Its funny that we can’t handle our own problems. I am sorry to burden you with our troubles.

Maybe moving from Hazzard was a mistake. All I ever knew was farming. Now, I am working two jobs. However, things seem to be looking up for me.

I had been working myself to the bone. Every cent I used was either going to the baby or to bills. I thought I wasn’t goanna get another wink of sleep thinking about that.

However, as I went to take the bus—some dude came and snatched a woman’s purse. I chased him down and held him until the police came. Well anyway, the police officer walked over to me and told me how amazing my running skills were.

He told me I should be a cop. At first, I was skeptical. I mean me—a police officer. Come on, I have a record. Who besides Roscoe would let me do such a job?

When I came in to get my record check, I was sure I was goanna be rejected but instead my record had been cleaned right out. It was as if I had never done anything at all.

It is a blessing to me but I still can’t help but wonder what happened? Would you check it out for me? I would grateful.

Maria says hi.

Hope you have a great day.

Your cousin,

Luke

Bo shook his head. He shrugged. This was too strange even for him. Bo and Luke were caught for moon shining. If

“Dang that’s too weird for words,” Bo mumbled.

“What’s weird?” Nancy-Lou questioned. Bo put the letter in his wife’s hands. She read through it quickly. “Oh that is weird.”

“Luke and me both went through the same stuff. This means that his record was erased and I think Luke is in a mess of trouble.”

“Yeah—a gift like that never comes for free.”

“You wanna talk to Roscoe about it before he makes his speech?”

“Nah, we’ll talk to him later.” Roscoe got up to the podium to speak. As he did, there were shots fired at him. The crowd dissipated—well all except Bo, Enos, Cletus, Nancy and BB.

Dang, if you’re in the kitchen Ma, come back in you’re missing something. Look at that, he looks okay. Enos is helping him back up.

Bo ran up to him. “Roscoe, are you okay?” he questioned.

“You did it didn’t you?” Roscoe asked.

“Did what?”

“You tried to kill me. You tried because you’re—you’re my enemy. Cletus, arrest him.” Cletus took out his gun.

“Now Boss he didn’t do nothing now,” Enos cut in.

“How do you know? Were you watching him the whole time? He was trying to kill me. Now arrest him!”

“Sorry Bo.”

“It’s okay, Sheriff Strait,” Bo mumbled. Enos put the handcuffs on him.

“You have the right…”

“I know my rights Enos, just drag me away.”

“Dang it.”

“Enos, don’t worry about it.”

“I can’t help it, this ain’t right.” Enos continued to walk Bo across the street.

“We’ll find out who really did it.”

“I sure hope so.” Now friends, this doesn’t look like a happy moment now does it? This makes me madder than a snapping turtle. Come on y’all, let’s see what happens.

3

Now there’s Nancy-Lou, paying to get her husband out of prison. You know what? It is a lucky thing that Roscoe’s married now. And that his wife threatened to take his son away from him if he didn’t do as she said.

Roscoe met her half way. If Nancy-Lou would pay bail money then Boss Roscoe would let him out of prison. Now ain’t that a kick in the head?

Destiny is a smart woman. She knows what she’s doing. The woman is friends with the Dukes—well most of the time. You’ll see what I mean later on.

“Three hundred—four hundred—five hundred—six hundred dollars. That’s your bail, now let my husband out,” Nancy-Lou grumbled.

“Nice doing business with you, Nancy,” Boss Roscoe said.

“Well I’m sorry, I don’t share your views.”

“ENOS! LET HIM GO!” Boss Roscoe handed Nancy-Lou a piece of paper.

“What is this?”

“A restraining order. He can’t come within five hundred feet of me.” Nancy-Lou shook her head.

“You know as well as I do Roscoe that he didn’t do anything wrong.”

“He tried to kill me, who else would it be. He is mad that I helped Lu—I mean, he’s upset.”

“Roscoe, he would never try to kill you. It is Bo we’re talking about. He wouldn’t kill a fly let alone a human being.”

“Hush puppies, you never know with criminal minds. One second they are fine the next Blip! They’re goners.”

“Well my husband hasn’t had his lights turned out.”

“I mean his mind. He might loose his mind.”

“Look, I know what you want Roscoe. Us Dukes out of your hair and—AND money. Heck you would try to pinch a dollar out of a buffalo bagel.”

“I don’t do any such thing.”

“You have got to be kidding me! Ever since you won Boss’ money, you have been setting up more speed traps with Cletus.”

“I have not.”

“You have too.”

“I ain’t been doing nothing of the sort. Besides, you can’t prove it.” Nancy-Lou shook her head, she clenched her fists.

“You’re as crooked as a dog’s hind leg.”

“Hey, I got shot at. Unless you and your criminal husband can find someone else who did it, the restraining order stands.”

“Ain’t that a job for the SHERIFF’S DEPARTMENT?”

“Hush! I am the commissioner now.”

“Yeah—you are, thanks for nothing, Roscoe.”

“It’s Boss Roscoe to you.”

Bo walked up the stairs. He looked at his wife and shook his head. “Let’s go Nancy-Lou,” Bo growled. They walked out of the Jail house and over to BB’s.

Now after explaining the works to BB, he got them some lemonade. “Dang, it is so hot in here—chickens are probably laying boiled eggs BOOOOY HOWDY!” BB said.

“What are we goanna do BB? We can’t exactly leave him hanging,” Nancy-Lou commented.

“Well what do you want me to do? Look, y’all need to find this killer before he does it again and before Boss gets it in the can.”

“No kidding but how are we goanna set the trap?”

“How am I goanna help Boss if I can’t go near him?” Bo questioned.

“Honey…”

“I’m goanna have to play operation’s man. You, Judd, BB and Essy are goanna have to handle this one.”

“What’s the plan?” BB asked.

“Where is he next?”

“Well according to the Boar’s Nest, his next appearance will be there to win votes.”

“I see.” Bo rubbed his chin. “Nancy-Lou, you know as well as I do that ol Roscoe is goanna get himself killed.” Nancy nodded.

“The problem with Roscoe is, he thinks you’re the one who did it,” Nancy-Lou replied.

“No he doesn’t, he just wants to use me as a scapegoat so he feels safe.”

“Hey, it is working ain’t it?” BB asked.

“You have to watch out for any suspicious characters.”

“Can do Buckaroo—however, Bo we’re goanna need some way to communicate.”

“Yup, no problem.” Now this was goanna get interesting. I said it once and I’ll say it again, them Dukes were in hot water. No not the hot tub kind.

6

Now y’all, you ain’t goanna believe this. Bo Duke is sitting at home. Now he has nothing better to do. You know, I hate when Bo is pushed out of the adventures. It ain’t the same without him.

Now Roscoe almost said it—the reason he thought Bo was the one who tried to kill him was that he helped LU. This in Roscoe’s language means he helped Luke.

Mystery solved? I don’t think so. Why in the world would Roscoe help a Duke? There had to be some reason for it. I mean he and the Dukes have been fighting since—well Bo and Luke learned to ride their bikes.

So Bo was stumped. He had no idea why ol Roscoe would pull—well a good deed on them. As strange as it sounded.

As he continued to think on this subject, the phone rang. Wouldn’t you know it? Right in the middle of all the adventure, I guess that is when everyone calls.

“Hello, Duke farm, Bo speaking,” Bo began.

“Hey cousin, how are you doing? How’s Hazzard? Anything going on?” Luke questioned. He pushed his hair back.

“You just wanna know if I found anything out.” Bo began laughing. “The answer is no. I have been too busy saving my own bacon.”

“Why? What’s going on?”

“A restraining order—I can’t go within one hundred feet of BOSS Roscoe.”

“What?”

“He thinks I was trying to kill him.”

“You?” Luke began to laugh. He shook his head. You see what I mean? “You? Bo Duke kill someone? Now come on, that’s about as true as a horse with a trunk.”

“Yeah well you come down here and explain it to Roscoe.”

“So you’re sitting there because that restraining order…”

“Would put me right back in jail. Luke, he was saying something to Nancy-Lou. This is the only clue I have to your case so far. He said the only reason why I tried to kill him because he helped Lu…”

“And then he said the ol, ‘I mean’.”

“He said what he meant. He meant it as the reason I wanted to run in there and…and…”

“Drop an anvil on his head?”

“Was because he helped you and not me.”

“You know what the real question is don’t ya?”

“Well I ain’t dumb right,”

“Yeah, you ain’t dumb.”

“The question is still why though ain’t it?” Bo shook his head, stumped on what to say.

“Why would Roscoe wanna help me?” Luke grabbed a pencil and began doodling on a pad of paper that was beside the phone.

“Maybe there was something in it for him.”

“Uh huh—what would be in it for him? Watching a Duke succeed ain’t one of Roscoe’s highest things on his to do list.”

“The police officer that suggested you come in, what were his exact words?”

“Well when I told him I had a record, he didn’t blink an eye.”

“Uh huh.”

“He said, ‘Look boy, if come in three weeks and inquire about a job you’ll have one. Bring your record and I guarantee you that you will get the job.’ I did as he said and I have a job.”

“Fishy.” Bo sighed as he thought about it for a second.

“What do you think?”

“Besides the fact that it is fishy?”

“Yeah.”

“I think it has something to do with the fact that they’re dirty cops but don’t quote me on it yet.”

“What am I goanna do if they are?”

“Luke, don’t roll on any stones yet. Don’t go looking for trouble that’s the main thing. These fellas have been on the beat for a long time.”

“Yeah and I don’t wanna cause any unnecessary trouble.”

“Exactly—Luke they’s goanna deny all the information if they are. So you’ll have to catch them in the act.”

“If they ain’t dirty cops…”

“If they ain’t, well then we have nothing to worry about.”

“Bo, I don’t know if your words bring comfort or not.” Luke continued doodling.

“Well cousin, this is just like a case of the Hazzards.”

“Yeah, I guess it is.”

“Luke, don’t worry.” He grabbed his walky talkie, playing with the antenna.

“How can I not?”

“Think about Maria and the baby. You know you’ll be okay.”

“What if…what if they come after my family?”

“They won’t, Luke—they won’t. Okay?”

“I don’t know…”

“Luke, just remember to stay cool.”

“How can I?”

“You need to try your best. I promise it will be alright.”

“You promise?”

“Yeah.” Luke sighed.

“I don’t know…”

“Don’t worry about it too much. Luke I am sure you will be fine.”

“Yeah—maybe you’re right.” Luke scratched his head. “Why am I still worrying then?”

“Because you’re a Duke and that’s what we do.”

“Bo, Maria’s calling me…”

“Yeah?”

“Uh huh, I’ve got to go. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to burden you with my problems.”

“You ain’t Luke. Now you say hi to Maria for me. Okay? Bye cousin.”

“Alright Bo, I sure will. I hope you have a good one. Good luck on your adventures, Bye.” Bo shook his head as he hung up. Dang, it looks like both cousins have problems on their ends.

I guess that’s what happens when you mix the Duke boys in with Hazzard or New York. I hope Daisy wasn’t doing as well as Bo and Luke was on the trouble end of it.

7

“Shepard, this is Messy Essy calling. You’re right there is a strange character sitting in the Boar’s Nest,” Essy said over the CB.

“Messy Essy, look—I don’t think he’ll try shooting people in public. Check for a ticking noise or some wire of some sort,” Bo replied. Essy rubbed her chin.

“10-4, I’ll let mad mama know.” Essy put the CB down. She walked into the Boar’s Nest and looked at Nancy who was already doing what Bo said even before Essy could tell her. “What are you doing?”

“Thinking like a Duke, that’s what,” Nancy-Lou replied.

“Well let’s hope you have enough Duke sense to find whatever will get boss.”

“No doubt, Essy, we need to find it right quick.” Nancy saw a wire sitting right by boss’ door.

“Where do you think that leads to?”

“I don’t know, I guess I’ll find out.” Essy followed right along side of Nancy-Lou. She followed it over to the back room where all the stuff is kept. Her eyes widened.

“There’s enough dynamite here to kill Boss and everyone else in here!”

“You’ve got it.” Essy shook her head. She couldn’t believe how calm her friend was.

“What are we goanna do, Nancy-Lou?”

“Well—umm, Get BB to follow the stranger. He is about to leave considering the speech is about to start.”

“Right.”

“After that, you go through the other door with Judd and create the BIGGEST distraction of your life, you hear me?”

“Ya don’t have to tell me twice.” Essy ran out the door and then ran back.

“What the heck are you goanna do?”

“Diffuse the dynamite bomb.”

“Do you know how?”

“Luke taught me the fundamentals of a bomb…I just hope it was enough.”

“Good luck.” Essy ran back out. Sure enough, the stranger was leaving. Essy explained Nancy-Lou’s plan fast—telling BB to radio for Bo.

Soon, she was running around the Boar’s Nest going into the back way. There was Roscoe sitting there in the famous barber chair. “How dare you come in here without knocking first,” Roscoe exclaimed.

“Roscoe, I wanted to talk to you about—“ Essy began. She didn’t know what to talk to him about.

“Well spit it out girl, I don’t have time to waste with you Dukes.”

“I want to help you win over the Boss in Chawtaw County.” Roscoe jumped and frankly, so did I.

“What? I didn’t hear what you said—I think my ears were plugged.”

“Do you know how hard it is to be good all the time? I mean I have been doing it for so long that it has become boring.”

“You wanna help me?”

“Think about it, there’s no one smarter than a Duke.”

“You ain’t a real Duke.”

“My last name is Duke ain’t it?” Roscoe rubbed his chin.

“Yes it is but that ain’t the point.” Essy smiled and sat beside Roscoe in a wooden chair. “What makes me think I can trust someone like you?”

“The Tizdale family doesn’t raise liars.”

“I don’t know…that Megan…”

“Megan was the black sheep of the family.”

“Fiddlesticks.”

“Look, I am a good partner to have. Do you really think I would lie? Not my sister, but me personally—do you think I would lie to you?”

“Well…uh…”

“Take your time Roscoe.”

“Thanks, Essy.” Roscoe was stumped by the question. He was really thinking about it. Now friends, that is pretty dang slick if you ask me.

Meanwhile up on the road, General Lee had caught up with the tow truck. Now BB and Bo were about to give Mister bad guy the sandwich influence routine. That is when you smoosh a small car between two other cars.

Now it worked pretty well. The guy’s car was all smashed up. However, he slammed something through his windshield and began to run.

Two things I have learned very well in this world. Number one, how to play a guitar and number two—never ever try to run from a Duke. Now them are some good lessons.

Bo was on the football team and the track team. He won all the sprint running events. He was one of the most valued linebackers on the team.

You add that combination together and you have one seriously determined man. Bo was running up a storm and caught up with the man in no time. You know how slow on the uptake this baddie was?

He tried to fist fight a Duke. Now ain’t that funny? Don’t know one win against a Duke and I mean that in the nicest way.

“What are you doing mister?” Bo asked as he caught one of his punches.

“You ain’t goanna take me in!” The man exclaimed.

“Donald, is that you?”

“Uh…”

“Oh come on Donald, it ain’t worth killing ol Boss Roscoe. He’s a simpleton.”

“Simpleton my eye!” He went to punch Bo again. I tell ya, he won’t ever learn now will he? Oh well, Bo put him down to the ground.

“What do you mean?”

“He is just like Boss Hogg.”

“Do tell.”

“This dang man sold me bad property that didn’t grow anything but weeds.”

“Donald I’m so sor…”

“I lost my farm ‘cause I couldn’t grow anything and I lost my wife. She took my baby with her.”

“That ain’t no reason to kill a man.”

“Bo, I lost everything.”

“When you tried to kill him—you did. Now you have to confess. If you don’t, I’ll go to the pokey and I will loose everything.”

“What do you have to do with this?”

“He thinks I did it, Donald.”

“Dang, I’m sorry Bo.”

Well let’s see, Donald admitted to his crime which made Boss Roscoe have to rip up the restraining order which was just as well for Roscoe. Bo couldn’t go to jail because Boss worked there.

Nancy-Lou stopped Boss from blowing up, thanks to some skills from Luke. Good thing too…the whole Boar’s Nest would have been off the face of the earth. Then when would we have a good beer?

Well, Bo checked on Luke’s records. Apparently for turning in one of Boss Roscoe’s competitors, Luke was pardoned for all crimes against him. Now it still seems fishy to me.

As for Boss, he celebrated the good life with another celebrity speed trap. Cletus caught this one himself.

The Judds were playing tonight. Now ain’t that a musical night for the Dukes?

by: Essy Jane

Well now, welcome to Hazzard County. Come on, stay a spell. This is what you could consider the story before the story. Now, if y’all recall, there was a wedding between Nancy-Lou Davenport and Bo Duke. So, as you have guessed, Nancy-Lou has now taken on the name of Duke. Makes you feel warm all over now don’t it?

Now Bo said goodbye to all his wedding guests. Roscoe said goodbye to Boss Hogg as he drifted out of Hazzard County…finally retiring. Y’all have to wonder about that one. Bo Duke sure did. He couldn’t really imagine Hazzard being quiet. With Boss Hogg gone—that left Roscoe and let me tell you, I don’t see Roscoe being as much of a threat.

Bo loved Hazzard County. He loved living here. Heck, he loved being here. It was something that made him feel really good about being a husband. Nancy was a good woman and all but he was still nervous.

Bo had his last words from his Uncle in his pocket. He took it out again, pondering at the words. It was the last thing he had left of his Uncle Jesse. The last thing that Jesse would ever give him was this paper. It was worth more to him than all the gold in Hazzard County.

He began to read it again:

Dear Bo,
I am glad I got the chance to know such wonderful souls how to live. You boys were the only real sons I had. To have you boys growing up in my home has made me the happiest man on earth. I love to hold you both in my arms. You two have done well for yourselves. Luke has become an amazing boy. You have learned so much.

Now, you’re here to finish my legacy. Bo, I know this will seem weird to you but I have to ask of you a favour. I would like you to use my CB handle. From now on, let yourself be known as Shepard. You have been one of the most special people in my life and to have you carry on this tradition would make me the happiest man on earth.

Place your family first constantly and you will always have me with you in everything you do. Love and care for those left behind. You know what to do Bo, just do it. Don’t loose that special quality that made Nancy-Lou fall in love with you. Don’t loose the quality that draws Daisy to talk to you or Luke to spend time with you. Don’t ever think you’re less than anyone else.

Oh and don’t forget to wipe your feet before entering the farmhouse. That is important. Show a good example.

I love you very much.

Yours always and forever,

Uncle Jesse

He was the Shepard now, taking hold of Jesse’s flock. It made him sad more than worried. At the same time, Bo wondered if everything would turn out alright. “Bo? Where’d you go?” Nancy-Lou asked. He folded his letter and placed it back in his pocket.

“Right here sweetheart,” Bo answered. She smiled at him, throwing her arms around him. Bo couldn’t help but smile but soon it slithered from his face.

“You were reading the letter again?”

“Yeah.” Bo sighed. “I don’t know Nancy-Lou, this place just doesn’t seem right without him.”

“You know, he wrote a note for every single one of us?”

“You too?”

“Oh yeah, me too. Bo, your Uncle loved every living soul.”

“What did yours say?” Nancy smiled. She pulled out the letter, touching its soft pages. She handed it to her husband. He opened it and read:

Dear Nancy-Lou,

I am so proud of you for everything you did in Hazzard County. At first, you didn’t believe in yourself. Now, you are a confident resident of this beautiful place. I called it home for many years and I hope that you will do the same.

You are the only one I have ever met that could truly tame the heart of Bo. He was a lot like me in my day. You know, I thought I would be reckless forever. However, my wife tamed me of that habit—well, maybe not all together. Nancy, let him go on his adventures. He loves Hazzard so much as I know you do.

Have children be in this home. There is no better place to raise a child than on this farm. All the bills have been paid off. The entire mortgage has been paid in full. I want you two to have a new start which is why I am leaving you the farm, don’t tell Bo.

Nancy, you will go through many challenging times as husband and wife but communicate. That word means so much. I want you to always talk with your husband and let him know how much you love him and cherish him.

Make every day count. Don’t waste time on fighting. Just love each other. If you do this, you will forever be in the grace of the almighty.

I love you very much.

Uncle Jesse.

Bo smiled. He handed the letter back to Nancy-Lou. “Yours was longer than mine,” Bo commented.

“He needed to say more to me. I am a Davenport—I have a temper to match my good intentions,” Nancy-Lou told him. Bo smiled.

“You haven’t shown it yet.” They kissed each other. Now friends, that is love. I hope we continue to see this.

2

Bo got into bed, lying beside his wife for the first time. It was a special moment between the two of them. “So, what do you want to name our first son?” Nancy-Lou asked. Bo pondered about it for a while. He never thought about what to name children.

”Well we can name him after your dad if you want,” Bo replied. Nancy had a confused look on her face. She suddenly had a look of clarity.

“No, I think that he would be expecting that.” She yawned softly to herself. “But I think that it should be after you. Or maybe someone in your blood line would be best. How about we
name him after your father?”

“David? No, it doesn’t seem right.” Nancy thought for a minute. She couldn’t think of a better name than this one. It rang through her head like a
million bells. Nancy looked at her new husband.

“How about we call him Jesse? It’s the most appropriate name.”

“You know that’s the best idea that you’ve ever had. I love it. We will name him a name that will stick always.”

“I’m glad you like it sweet heart.”

“I am glad too.” They kissed each other and smiled. “Now, we best be getting to sleep.” Bo yawned long. “We have a busy day ahead of us tomorrow.”

“You’re right, Good night Mister Duke.”

“Goodnight Misses Duke.”

They were right, with the crow of the rooster, the two were working like wild fire. They seemed to not want to stop for no one. When the cows were fed, the chickens needed feeding. When the horses were done being brushed it was nonstop carrying of the fields.

So far there was no rest for the weary, especially on the farm. As soon as all the chores were done, Nancy-Lou and Bo made breakfast together and ate together. It was a nice moment between husband and wife. Not even ten minutes after dishes were done, someone phoned the house.

“Bo, I am sorry to bother you,” Essy-Jane commented.

“Hey Essy,” Bo replied.

“Look, I am I am really sorry. Someone challenged Judd to a wood chopping contest. Little Esmeralda got in the way and…Judd cut his toe open. Would you be able to…?”

“Essy-Jane, I’ll take Judd to the hospital. You don’t have to worry about a thing. He’ll be just fine and you can stay with Esmeralda.”

“Oh Bo, I can’t thank you enough.”

“What are cousins for?”

“I am sorry for ruining…”

“Don’t worry about it, Nancy will understand, honest she will.”

“Thanks Bo, see you soon.”

“Okay, bye Daisy.” Daisy hung up the phone and Bo did the same.

“What is it? What will I understand?” Nancy asked.

“Judd cut his toe open with an axe.” Bo buttoned up his shirt. “Essy needs someone to take him to the hospital.”

“Yeah, I do understand.”

“Okay, I am so sorry.”

“Honey, when I married you I married your family too. When they have an emergency, I don’t mind sitting in the sidelines.”

“I’ll make it up to you.” Bo kissed Nancy. “I’ll do it tonight.”

“No need lover boy, you just did.” Bo raced out the door and got into the General Lee. He shook his head.

“What kind of a husband am I?” He couldn’t believe he was a newly wed and that he was already leaving to help Essy-Jane. Jesse Duke was right, the minute he was gone, Bo took over completely. “Is this how it always was for you?”

Bo shook his head. He started up the engine and began to drive. He turned the corner and there was Cletus chasing him. Bo shook his head. “Cletus this here is Bo, I have a medical emergency. Judd cut his foot,” Bo said over the CB.

“Buzzers on a buzz saw, you get going Bo, sorry to bug you,” Cletus replied over the CB.

“No problem. Over and out—see you around. You can chase me later.” Bo put the CB receiver down. He made it over to the Duke house in town. Bo stopped the car and got out. He looked at Daisy.

“Oh thank goodness, Dr. Tomlin wasn’t in today and Judd’s foot was bleeding so bad that…” Essy began.

“Now Essy-Jane, I want you to take a deep breath.” Essy did as her younger cousin said. “Now let it out really slowly.” Essy let her breath run out coolly. She sighed in relief.

“Thank you Bo.”

“You’re welcome.” He smiled at her. “Where’s my patient?” Essy began to laugh, she pointed in the house. Bo smiled. “That will do just fine.”

“Okay, you need help?”

“Sure, why not.” Essy-Jane and Bo helped Judd into the General Lee and they were on their way to the hospital.

“Hey is something wrong, Bo?” Judd asked. Bo sighed.

“You could tell huh?” Judd nodded. Bo shrugged and laughed. “Funny Daisy didn’t notice anything was wrong.”

“All of a sudden, you had the look Uncle Jesse always got when there was trouble just around the bend.” Bo smiled.

“Am I that much like him?”

“You know Bo, you have done a lot of growing up which is pretty amazing.” Judd smiled and shook his head. “You are doing a great job but something is on your mind. You want to talk?”

“Well, I was just wondering how boring Hazzard was going to get.” Judd crocked an eyebrow.

“Hazzard? Boring?” Judd laughed as he shook his head. “Now there are two words I didn’t think would be used in one sentence.”

“With Boss Hogg gone there ain’t goanna be anymore opponents.” Judd Duke shrugged.

“JD Hogg—hmm, he wasn’t your only challenge in Hazzard as I recall.”

“He was the biggest though.”

“Yes there is. Didn’t you hear? With all the money Roscoe’s gotten…he’s going to get a tutor. Boss gave him all of his memoirs. Now, if he doesn’t learn from those—I don’t think he’ll learn from anyone.”

“This will be different.”

“You think?”

“Nah, I know it will.”

“Well I don’t know.” Bo scratched his head. He turned the corner on the old dirt road. Judd Duke smiled.

“You just wait and see Bo. Things will be different but the same.” Bo continued driving. He made his way over to the hospital.

3

As Bo had promised, Cletus had found him and was chasing him yet again. Bo always loved a good chase. It was just like old times only Luke wasn’t in the seat. Bo missed his cousin. He longed for Luke to be making his comments.

“Why does everything have to change? Huh Uncle Jesse? Why does everything have to move forward? A few years ago, Luke would have been telling me what I was doing wrong with my driving. Now—well, I don’t know, I don’t think that he’ll ever do that for me again,” Bo said. He shook his head.

Bo took a big jump. He looked up and smiled as Cletus tried the same thing. He landed in the tree. Bo stopped to see if he were alright. Sure enough, Deputy Hogg was shaking his head and falling out of the tree.

Bo began to laugh. He sped back home. As he got out of the car, Nancy-Lou got in. She moved over to the driver’s seat. Bo didn’t understand his wife. He came home to spend some time with her and now—well, here they were.

“Am I new at this?” Bo questioned. Nancy-Lou started up the engine. Bo was now beyond confused. What was his wife thinking?

“No, we’re goanna look around, I am telling you Bo Hazzard is too quiet. BB was so bored he called us,” Nancy-Lou replied.

“Well Roscoe’s running the County now. Just how much danger could it get into?” Nancy-Lou tapped her foot. “No, Roscoe couldn’t get into that much trouble.”

“You wanna make a bet? It is Hazzard. There has to be something going on.” Bo shook his head.

“You ain’t goanna let me rest are you?” Nancy smiled and shook her head no. “Now Mrs. Duke, you sly dog you.”

“I thought it would help to go on a Hazzard adventure. After all while you were gone, I always went on them with Essy-Jane.”

“You did, didn’t you?”

“I may not be Luke but I am a good driver and I can shoot a pretty mean arrow.”

“Alright, I’ll be right back…I forgot Jesse’s pocket watch in the drawer.”

“Hurry back, my love.” He gave her a long kiss. Bo nodded. “I mean it, I am waiting for you. I love you more than anything Bo. Please remember that.”

“I couldn’t forget, Nancy, not ever.” He kissed her again. Now can’t you tell they’re newly weds? I sure can.

He walked into the house. He opened up the drawer and pulled out the pocket watch that had been used by his Uncle for years.

Bo looked up at a picture of his Uncle sitting on the mantle. He couldn’t believe it had only been a couple months since he had last really talked to him. Bo smiled.

“Uncle Jesse, is this what you meant? Huh? Do it with Nancy?” Bo asked. He sighed as a smile rolled on his face. “I guess you think of everything huh?”

Bo put the watch on his new overalls. He knew that they would get lots of wear before he was through with them. Bo didn’t mind. It was always something he expected to happen.

Bo walked outside and got into the General Lee. Nancy-Lou put it into drive. Her eyebrows went up. She began to drive.

“It took you long enough,” Nancy told her husband. She switched gears. Bo shook his head.

“When did you become such a lead foot anyway?” Bo questioned.

“When you left to go to NASCAR—and then when you went for your music career.”

“You did fine without me then Mrs. Duke?”

“Nah, I still missed you. I had to think, alright what would Bo do.”

“You did, did you?”

“Oh yeah and I was plum scared half the time I have done things.”

“You do realize Nancy-Lou that you have got yourself a southern accent now, don’t ya?” Nancy nodded as she laughed.

“Bo, I wouldn’t want it any other way.” Nancy-Lou saw a dip in the road and took it. “Besides, what kind of a Hazzardite would I be if I wasn’t Southern?” Bo laughed.

“You’re funny.” The General Lee landed. Bo couldn’t help but be excited. “YAHOOO! Dang that was smooth.”

“Good, you like my driving. You better or you’ll get a cold dinner.”

“No, you better like mine or you’ll get a cold dinner.” Bo began to laugh. “Remember, I still cook better than you.”

“I beg to differ.” Nancy winked as she made her way into town. Now these two were really good together. I am glad they got married.

These two will make a wonderful couple. I just know they want to have a happy marriage. Well it will be a busy one in Hazzard County.

4

Sure enough, something was going on. No, Hazzard doesn’t end because Boss Hogg leaves. Do you see that? Cletus and Roscoe are conversing. A Hogg and a Coltrane. I tell you, it seems like that relationship will never end.

“Roscoe…” Cletus began. Roscoe cleared his throat. “I’m sorry, BOSS ROSCOE, why did you want to see me?”

“Ain’t it obvious Cletus?” Roscoe asked. Cletus thought for a minute and shrugged. “I need a partner. Enos is too honest to go with my schemes but I know you are…unless you’re a bad Hogg.”

“Well…I don’t know if I…”

“Cletus, stand up to the plate. What would Jefferson-Davis Hogg think of you if you suddenly…”

“Cousin Boss would probably belt me one.” Roscoe nodded once. “Well I guess I could go along with what you’re saying but…”

“Good, I’ll give you the same cut Boss gave me.”

“Oh great, I’m goanna be poor.”

“HUSH!”

“What are we doing?” Roscoe smiled. He rubbed his hands together.

“I got the idea from that woman who went through here. You remember the one—she had that truck full of casino parts?”

“YAWN, it has been done.”

“I don’t care if it has been done a million times, we’re goanna do it. There’s more too, Khee.” Now Boss Hogg usually ran multiple schemes. Roscoe decided he would try to be as cunning.

“More?”

“We have some hot goods coming in that we’re goanna buy real cheap and sell at full price.” Roscoe smiled as he stuck a chocolate cigar in his mouth.

“Is that real?”

“It’s chocolate you dipstick!” Roscoe straightened up in his chair. “Now, you need to get them pesky Dukes out of the way or they’ll mess up everything.”

Well Roscoe, you are right but you are too late. The truck with all the “Hot Goods” is being chased by Nancy-Lou. Now if you wonder why, well just wait until Bo asks her.

“Why are we chasing the truck?” Bo questioned. You see, I knew he was goanna ask.

“That’s Boss’ driver,” Nancy-Lou replied.

“Are you sure?”

“Oh yeah, I could spot ol Steven from a mile away. He used to work for my Dad.”

“Driving the senator? What a job.”

“Yeah well Dad fired him when he found out he was selling pictures of Dad to his opponents.” Bo shook his head.

“What is this world coming to?”

“Well anyway, if Steven is driving you know it is something hot.”

“You also know that Roscoe will say something stupid to get out of it.”

“Like, well I don’t tell him what to do on his free time.”

“You got it.”

“So what do you wanna do?” Bo reached into the glove box. He grabbed a radio.

“They goanna end up noticing General Lee trailing them. I’ll go aboard.”

“How are we goanna get them to stop?”

“Didn’t Essy-Jane Duke say that Tina was in town?” Nancy smiled. Now for all of those who don’t know Tina, she is Jeb Stewart Duke’s youngest sister.

“You’re kidding me.”

“Nope.” Tina has blonde wavy hair and great—uh—legs. Well I am a man ain’t I? She could blow a man right off his chair. So to use her as bait was smart.

“This is Shepard calling Tiny, are you in Tiny, come back?” Bo questioned over the CB.

“This is Tiny, Shepard, I got my ears on, what do you sweetheart?” Tina questioned.

“Hey we need a decoy. You remember the road we tripped the bike messenger on when we was kids?”

“How could I forget?”

“I need you there in ten minutes.”

“10-4 Cousin, I’m gone.”

“What the heck are you goanna do with Tina Duke?” Nancy asked.

“What are Dukes good at?” Bo questioned as he put the CB down.

“Well you had better know what you’re doing.”

“Of course I do.” Now I wonder how this is goanna go? I guess we’ll have to sit and watch now won’t we. Hold on folks.

5

As Steven was making his way to his stop, there he saw the strange car sitting there. Now this is a beauty. This is what they call a 1968 Triumph TR250. This is an example of fine building.

I tell you, this car is gorgeous. It has a 2.5 liter six cylinder—twin carb…150 Bhp. Oh baby, I am drooling. This royal hotness is very rare.

Would you believe that Tina won this bad boy in a poker game? I bet the poor fool who parted with this one is crying in his boots. Nice car, for sure.

There was only about eight thousand ever made. It is highly sought out—even though it ain’t very old yet. Now the poor British man gave it to her but not all that willingly.

Anyway, there was a set of legs sticking out of the front of the car. Now any hot blooded man who loved cars and women would stop for her. Thank goodness Tina hadn’t been there for a while. No one would recognize her.

“What seems to be the problem, sugar?” Steven asked. Tina slid from out from under the car.

“Well howdy, sure was nice of you to stop. You are a cute one,” Tina began. Wow.

“You drive a roadster huh?” She smiled.

“Yeah but my baby up and died on me. Dang, I love this car but she needs a lot of work. Especially when a gopher comes into her undercarriage.” Steven pulled at his collar.

“Well, I’ll take uh—I will take a look for you.” Now this was good timing. Bo climbed in the back of the box. He smiled at his wife who closed the doors for him.

She waved at Steven who promptly got back in his truck. Nancy-Lou laughed. She couldn’t believe it worked. Tina began waving at the driver, handing off the car like she was a slinky car decoration.

“This is Shepard calling Mad Mama, do you hear me? Come back?” Bo said over the CB. She smiled.

“Mad Mama here. What do you need sweetheart, come back?” Nancy-Lou questioned.

“We have hit the jackpot here. There are stereos and things. Dang, I think we need to pull in the whole gang for this one.”

“I believe you Shepard. This one is goanna be a fun operation to destroy.” Nancy-Lou scratched her nose. “I think we need to bring in some bears.”

“Oh yeah but not our bears.”

“I was thinking State bears.”

“Nancy-Lou, you hop to it gal. You phone up those bears.”

“What about you, honey?”

“Oh come on Nancy, I can handle myself.”

“You sure?”

“Oh yeah, I’ll be hanging out here.”

“I’ll switch cars with Tina.”

“Great idea.”

“She’ll follow you in the General Lee.”

“You can get the poop from her when you get back in the saddle.”

“10-4 babe.”

Now I wonder how this was goanna go. Then again, there are Dukes everywhere. Well and the Davenport clan who would help out too. I guess we better hold on to something, this one will be interesting.

5

While Bo was sitting, Nancy-Lou called the police. Tina was trailing the truck and Essy was coming up behind in Uncle Sam. Now friends, this will be quite the ride.

Look what Luke and Daisy are missing? Poor people. I wouldn’t ever wanna leave Hazzard but Luke has his reasons. Daisy is having fun in LA. She seems to enjoy it.

Well, I guess that Hazzard will be waiting for their visits. Until then, we had better get on the goodie wagon, the kids are ready. In other words, the action is about to begin.

Now Bo was still in this truck which was okay because Tina was behind him. However, Steven spotted General Lee—which Bo thought would happen. That’s why he was in the truck in the first place.

Well, Bo could hear the sirens behind him. “Tiny this is Shepard, what’s up?” Bo questioned on his radio.

“Big trouble Shepard—ah, Cletus is on my tail. I am goanna have to loose his lights. You have to be landing soon so—when you get there give me your 20 okay cuz?”

“Yeah sure Tiny, you just stay away from ol smoky behind ya.”

“10-4 cousin.” Now, let’s see how Tina does against Roscoe’s crony, Cletus. Dukes are usually good at two things love and cars.

Now Jeb Steward Duke seems to be good with motorcycles. How about good ol Tina Duke? Well I guess we’ll just have to watch.

“Tina, this is Messy Essy, don’t worry about the cookie trail—I’m on it,” Essy said over the CB. Now she was behind the truck following. Ain’t them Dukes smart?

“10-4 Messy Essy, you keep on him,” Tina answered. She put the CB down. “Let’s see if you can keep up with Hazzard pond.” Tina turned the corner and smiled. She swerved left and right.

Cletus was in his car chewing bubble gum. His eyebrows went up and he had a smile on his face. Now friends, look at Tina go.

“This is Cletus Hogg calling the General Lee, pull over you’re under arrest,” Cletus commented.

“This is Tiny Tina Duke now what’s the charge Deputy?” Tina questioned over the CB.

“Ah—following too close.”

“Sure Cletus, I was WAY, WAY back.”

“Fine then, following too far.” Tina rolled her eyes. She swerved by the water. She took the jump.

“You ain’t goanna catch me here.”

“Watch me.” Cletus did the same thing. He was smiling away. “I think I am goanna make it this time! Then I’ll…” Nope, he wasn’t goanna make it. He went into the water. There was a large splash.

“This is Messy Essy calling Tiny, how did you do, over?” Essy questioned over the CB.

“This is Tina, I am heading back to the danger zone. Don’t worry, we’ll get them good. We’re headed to the barn just off of route ninety,” Tina answered.

“Alright, be there in half a smidgen. I just have to jump over Cletus again.” Now ain’t the Dukes funny? Tina made another jump over the pond and went the other way.

The truck pulled over. AS the doors opened, Bo kicked one of the men in the face. Now this was goanna really be interesting. Bo looked, at them.

“You know, four on one ain’t a fair set of odds. Why don’t I fight one of ya at a time?” Bo asked. Nine more men came out. Bo swallowed.

“Who is he?” One of the men asked.

“Reg, he’s Bo Duke, a local hero,” Steven replied.

“I don’t like heroes.”

“And I don’t like losers who pick on one person,” Essy said.

“That goes double for me,” Judd added.

“Well you know, thirteen against three ain’t goanna work for you,” Reg told Judd.

“Y’all haven’t heard of him have you? Do you know Killer Kane?” Bo questioned.

“Boxer?”

“That would be the one.” Suddenly they heard something.

“What the heck is that?” Steven asked. The Dukes got on the floor. The other men weren’t sure what to make of it. General Lee went through the top of the barn and right out the other side.

Judd took on two at a time. Bo—three. Essy-Jane had already walloped one guy into the ground and was working on a couple. Two of them held her while another tried to come after her.

Well when Judd saw this, he shook his head. “No one does that to my wife,” He hissed. Judd hit the two guys he was fighting right down—one punch each.

He ran towards his wife with fire in his eyes. Judd knocked all three to the ground. Essy-Jane smiled as she got up.

“My hero,” Essy laughed. She kicked the guy that was about to hit Judd with a chair.

“No, my hero,” Judd replied. They shook hands. BB and his wife Kim walked in. They smiled.

“Dang, I’m goanna love this!” Kim announced. She began beating up some of the men.

Well you want me to make this short and sweet? Bo and his gang of amazing people beat up the baddies before Nancy-Lou got there.

Yup, Boss Roscoe had lost his first round. Now why do you think that happened? Well come on the Dukes almost always win—in Hazzard County.

THE END.