by: Numb3rsfan

The Duke Boys entered Cooter’s Garage to see Cooter hard at work repairing another car.

“The General’s out in the yard. He’s fine besides the little problem with the brakes.  I flushed out the line an’ now he should be purrin’ like a kitten.” Cooter said.

“Thanks Coot, I owe ya.” Luke said, tapping Cooter’s shoulder as he walked back out.

Bo stood there, half in and half out of the garage,clearly not knowing where to go.

“Come on Bo, let’s go home.” Luke said, hopping in to the driver’s seat of the General.

“I uh…think I’ll stay here fer awhile Luke.You don’t mind, do ya Cooter?” Bo asked.

Cooter saw the begging puppy dog eye in Bo’s face and couldn’t resist it.

“I don’t mind.  I’ll bring by the farm later.” Cooter said to Luke.

“Ok, I’ll let Uncle Jesse know.” Luke replied as he started the General and roared off.

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by: Numb3rsfan

“There’s Cooter!” Luke said, pointing to the brown wrecker coming towards them.

“I see em’.” Bo replied as he nearly ran off the road.

Fighting to maintain control of the General was becoming harder and harder as Bo wore himself out.

Bo and Luke watched as the wrecker did a 180 and started backing up to meet them!

When they were several feet off, Cooter gunned his wrecker and picked up speed, so there wouldn’t be to much of a dent in the General’s hood.

Bo cringed as the General came into contact with the back of the wrecker, but his fears were short lived as Cooter applied the brakes and brought both vehicals to a full and complete stop just on the edge of town.

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Title: Greater Love
Author: Numb3rsfan
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Warner Brothers, Paul R. Picard and A Lou-Step own and operate the Dukes of Hazzard. No profit was made, and no copyright violation was intended.

Summary: It is normal day in Hazzard..or is it?  Bo and Luke are always getting themselves into trouble, and this time it doesn’t even involve Sheriff Rosco!  Racing with Cooter, going across a ‘shallow’ river…what could possibly happen?

John 15:13  Greater Love has no one than this, that one lay down his life for his friends

Chapter One

The sun was shining, the birds were singing, the bugs were crawling along the ground…..all of this was inturrupted when the General Lee, Bo and Luke Duke’s pride and joy, came racing around the turn, steadily picking up speed.

Inside the ever loved car, Luke and Bo were listening to the radio, and singing along to the song’s that they knew.

“Pretty Woman, don’t walk on by, Pretty woman, don’t make me cry, Pretty woman.  Don’t walk away hey…Okay, if that’s the way it must be ok.  I guess I’ll go on home, it’s late, maybe tomorrow night but wait… what do I see?  Is she walking back to me? Yea she’s walkin’ back to me. OOhhh, Pretty woman!” Luke and Bo sang.

As the song ended, both Bo and Luke cheered as the radio DJ said, “That was Roy Orbison with Pretty Woman. Next up, Waylon Jenning’s with his number one hit, Good Ole’ Boy’s.”

Bo and Luke smiled as the radio went to commerical, knowing that their all time favorite song was next up on the list.

“I just love that Waylon. Dang was he ever a genius.” Bo said as he continued to drive down the road, just a little wrecklessly.

“What’s yer hurry Bo? We don’t have’ta be back until 1 o’clock.” Luke said, knowing that if Bo continued to drive like this, they’d be back and doing their morning chores before long!

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by: Marty Chrisman

Luke carefully balanced himself on his good leg as he slowly made his way down the aisle of the bus, using the crutch under his arm to help him walk. It was dark outside but he could see a light on in Cooter’s garage across the street. He grinned. He knew that Cooter would be glad to give him a ride out to the farm. He hadn’t told anyone he was coming home on the bus. He wanted to surprise them.

He paused at the bottom of the steps while the driver pulled his duffle bag out from the storage compartment under the bus. “Just sit it by the bench.” Luke told him “Nobody will bother it this time of night.”

“You sure about that?” the driver asked looking at the young Marine with a slight frown on his face.

“I’m sure.” Luke told him. The driver did as Luke instructed and then climbed back on the bus. Slowly, Luke began to make his way across the street towards the garage. He still couldn’t put much weight on his injured leg even though it was healing nicely. He paused in the open door of the garage and glanced around looking for his childhood friend, the local mechanic, Cooter Davenport. He grinned when he saw a pair of legs sticking out from underneath the old sedan parked in the middle of the garage.

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by: Marty Chrisman

Luke picked at the food on his tray. Even after being on a starvation diet for almost 6 weeks, Luke still didn’t have much of an appetite. It seemed like whatever he did manage to choke down, he just threw back up again. He looked up in surprise when Barb walked up to his bedside and sat a bowl of grits on the bedside table in front of him.

He couldn’t help but grin widely “Grits?” he said in a pleasantly surprised voice “Where did ya ever get grits over here?”

“I have my sources.” She told him with a grin “Figured that might suit ya a little better than the stuff they been serving ya.”

“Thanks, I appreciate it.” Luke told her with a warm smile.

“Complete with Maple syrup.” She said, taking a small sample size bottle of syrup out of her smock pocket and handing it to him. “And I expect ya to eat all that.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Luke told her. Barb gave him one last smile. It did her heart good to see the young Marine happy about something for a chance. Luke poured a few drops of the syrup in the grits and then took a bite with pleasure, savoring the taste of food that reminded him so much of home. Satisfied that he was finally going to eat, she turned and walked away.

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