by: Kristy Duke

Bo hears himself let out a grunt of pain as the medium height muscular man kicks his legs as he steps over his outstretched legs and he is reminded just how painful breathing is. The man laughs as he slowly sits back down several feet away from him, near the loft’s open door that overlooks the farm house. Bo forces himself to close his eyes in his vague attempt to ignore the screaming pain that pierces through his beaten body while his thoughts fall back upon what had gotten him here. He had left their new rented farm house in search of finding a way to get back their old farm that he had lost due to not seeing Rundi’s large construction truck coming at them from an oncoming road. He wanted to go to their farm for an idea of where to start and not only is he at their old farm, he now knows that despite his lack of missing Rundi, that they were ran off the road in order to get the farm to Hogg. So Hogg could make himself a boarding house. But sitting tied up in the loft with Craig’s trigger happy younger brother with his whole body throbbing in unimaginable amount of pain, there is little that he could do with all that he has found out. Worse yet, he had upset Jesse and Luke by running off as he had plus he had disobeyed their orders to return, leaving Bo to wonder if they are even bothering to look for him, to bring him back home. If they aren’t looking for him, who knows how long they’ll keep him alive or what will happen to him.

“Don’t fall asleep on me now,” the man snorts as he nudges Bo with the tip of  his boot on Bo’s leg to send another soft cry of pain from Bo and Bo slowly opens his eyes to eye the man with angry eyes before his attention falters past the gun man and upon the patrol car once again pulling into the drive way of their old farm. “What’s he doing back here?” the gun man asks as he follow’s Bo’s attention to the driveway, his body visibly tensing up as the sheriff steps out of the car a second before an older man with a red hunting cap.

“Uncle Jesse!” the words scream in excitement in Bo’s throbbing head at seeing his beloved uncle below him only to send questions of what Jesse was doing at the farm with the sheriff. Ignoring the questions, he glances over at the gun man who continues to have his gun pointed at Bo, yet looking out the door at the two country men walking up the farm house’s porch steps. Inhaling painfully, Bo bites onto his lower lip before he sends his right foot kicking as forcefully as his pain filled body will allow it. Pain accelerates within him at the motion and even more so as Bo’s boot hits solidly upon the gunman’s gun hand. Despite the pain and fear, a smile crosses Bo’s bruised face as the gun flies out of the gun man’s hand, who gasps in surprise, before clattering onto the wooden loft floor and scatters a foot across the floor before falling out of the loft’s open door. The gun man yells out in anger as he jumps to his feet to glance down at his gun before turning back to Bo to send fear accelerating within Bo as he rushes towards him. Bo cries out in agony as the man backhands him across his bruised face. Abruptly, the gun man takes a step back, inhaling powerfully before Bo is quick to spit a thick spiteful of blood out on to his boot.

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by: Marty Chrisman

Luke sat up in his bed waiting for Bo, Jesse and Daisy to arrive. He had just come from a therapy session and he was tired and frustrated. It had been almost ten days since he’d finally came out of the coma and had been moved out of the ICU and into a semi private room. The day after he’d been moved he had started both physical therapy and speech therapy. And he had been working harder then he had ever worked in his life. But he was starting to show some improvement. He could at least sit up by himself now and could take a few faltering steps with the help of a walker. His balance was still off center but it was improving. So was his fine motor skills. He could at least write notes now to communicate, even if the penmenship wasn’t that great.

The speech therapy was much harder and more frustrating. The therapist told him that he hadn’t forgotten how to talk, he just need to remember how to use his voice. At first all he could do was make grunts and other sounds but he had finally progressed to the point where he was capable of some halting speech. But his voice sounded hoarse and raspy from not being used in so long and the very effort of talking tired him out because he had to concentrate so hard on what he was trying to say. He still confused words sometimes or couldn’t think of the words he wanted to use. But the doctor was optimistic about his eventually recovering his speech entirely.

He had been told about the accident by Bo and Cooter but he still had no conscious memory of it and probably never would. Considering how badly he had been injured, that was probably just as well. There were other blank spots in his memory but when he forgot something he should remember Bo was always there to help him out.

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by: Keith

Act Three

(Bo quickly swerves out of the way.)

BO: Cousin, that was closer to meetin’ my maker than I want to come for a long time.

(Fade to Rosco and Cletus in their patrol cars)

ROSCO: Cletus, this is your superior officer talkin’! I want you to take Meadow Lane up to Swamp Crossing! I’ll take Ridge Road and we’ll cut ’em off at the pass!

CLETUS: 10-4, Rosco! I’m gone!

(Fade back to Bo and Luke)

LUKE: I don’t see Rosco or Cletus anywhere in sight. We shouldn’t have any problem makin’ it to Swamp Crossing. We’ll be in the clear from there.

BO: You got it, Luke. Hang on!

(A quick shot of the General Lee twisting and Turning throught the Hazzard backroads)

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by: Kristy Duke

Jesse Duke grips tightly onto the black leather steering wheel of the old Ford truck while Luke sits silently in the passenger seat, staring silently out through the open window at the woods that line the road. His thoughts are clouded with the little info he knows that had gotten them in the truck, going down the road, searching the woods for his cousin.  Only for his thoughts to freeze upon Bo, his state of mind through everything, and what had led him to sneaking out through their window and into the woods. Only to come to the single explanation he had come up with earlier; Bo blames himself for losing the farm and had his mind set upon finding a way to make his wrong right. Only for the strong and accusatory words Luke had spoken to Bo yesterday during their move to strongly begin yelling within him. Deep down, Luke knows he wasn’t the only one to blame for Bo running off as he did. Bo was already feeling responsible for what had happened, he didn’t need Luke to tell him, and he would have ran off whether or not Luke had said what he did.

“See anything?” Jesse asks to break the silence that built within the cab of the truck.

“Yeah, a whole lotta trees, rocks, and mud. No Bo,” Luke states sarcastically before he looks up at the gray sky that lingers above despite the rain coming to a halt an hour ago. “I’m having that bad feeling again,” he slowly states, speaking of the feeling he always seems to get whenever Bo is in trouble or hurt, “he’s in trouble or hurt. Maybe both.”

Jesse sighs heavily before stealing a look at his oldest nephew, knowing better than to question his strong feelings and concerns he is having for Bo. The bond his boys has with each others seems to be strong enough that they often know when the other is in trouble of some sort or another even without being there to see it or know it. “It’s that damn hill. I bet you a dozen to one he fell down it,” Jesse hisses before he pulls his truck over to a flat area in the ditch and pulls the keys out of the ignition, “the hill or the drop off is right over there,” he points into the woods, “let’s take a hike and have our self a look to see if we can find anything.”

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by: Marty Chrisman

When Bo went to Luke’s room, he found two nurses standing beside his bed. One of the nurses glanced at Bo as he came into the room and said, “Hi, Bo.”

“Hi, Mary Anne.” Bo told her with a smile. She was one of the regular nurses on this floor and had become friends with the Duke family during the time Luke had been hospitalized.

“Jeannie and I were just about to see how Luke can tolerate sitting up on the edge of the bed.” Mary Anne told him with a grin. “How about giving us a hand?”

“What do you want me to do?”

“I’m gonna get Luke’s legs and swing ‘em over the side of the bed and Jeannie’s gonna help support him from behind if you wanna come over here and support him from the front that would be a big help.”

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