by: Marty Chrisman

Jesse and Daisy had just finished supper when there was a knock at the back door. Jesse opened the door to find Roscoe standing there. The Hazzard County Sheriff had dark circles under his eyes and looked had he hadn’t been sleeping very well.

“Hello, Jesse.” He said “Can I come in for a spell?”

“Of course. Come on in, Roscoe.” Jesse told him “Would you like some coffee?”

“I’d sure appreciate that, Jesse.” Roscoe told him. Jesse poured two cups of coffee and the two men sat down at the kitchen table. Daisy excused herself and went to her room so they could talk privately.

“I just came by to see how your boys was doing.” Roscoe said

“Bo’s doing better.” Jesse told him “He might be coming home next week. Luke ain’t doing so good…”

“I’m real sorry to hear that, Jesse. Real sorry.”

“I know you are, Roscoe.”

“I might have chased the boys around and stuff but I….well…I kinda like ‘em and I sure never wanted to see either of ‘em get hurt like that.”

“Well, I know that, Roscoe. And the boys knew it too.”

“I was chasing ‘em that day, Jesse….I saw it happen.”

“I know”

“I feel so bad….like it’s my fault.”

“Now, Roscoe, you know better than that. It was an accident plain and simple. Ain’t nobody’s fault.”

“But if I wasn’t a-chasin’ ‘em, Bo wouldn’t have been going so fast.”

“Roscoe, them boys go fast even if you ain’t chasin’ ‘em. It could have happened even if you hadn’t been chasing ‘em.”

“I’ve been praying for ‘em, Jesse.”

“I appreciate that, Roscoe. And I know the boys do too.”

“Everybody in Hazzard is really concerned about your boys.” Roscoe said “Even Boss.”

“J.D. Hogg?” Jesse said in a mildly surprised voice “Concerned about my boys?”

“Yes, Boss.” Roscoe said somewhat defensively “I ain’t suppose to tell ya this….but Boss told them hospitals where the boys are to send their bills to him.”

“He did what?” Jesse exclaimed genuinely surprised this time.

“He’s paying their hospital bills.” Roscoe said “He said he owed you from the old days.”

“What’s J.D. up to?” Jesse asked suspiciously

“Nothing, Jesse.” Roscoe said “I swear he ain’t. Not this time. Boss might be a lot of things…..but he knows how much you love them boys…everybody knows how much them boys mean to you.”

“Well, if J.D. is really doing this for my boys….then you tell him I appreciate it.”

“Oh, I couldn’t tell him that, Jesse. He don’t want nobody to know he’s paying the bills. He don’t even want you to know. You can’t let him know I done told you.”

“Alright, Roscoe. I won’t tell him I know.”

“Thank you, Jesse. You know Boss does a lot of good things that people don’t know about.”

“Uh uh…” Jesse said in an unconvinced voice.

“Well, I best git back to town. Thanks for the coffee.” Roscoe said, rising to his feet and letting himself out of the house.

Jesse sat there with a frown on his face. He couldn’t imagine Boss Hogg paying the hospital bills for the boys, especially Luke’s bills which could end up in the thousands of dollars. Shaking his head in disbelief, Jesse finished his coffee and headed of for bed.

by: Kristy Duke

Tiredly I glare out the small hospital window as the dark dreary sky swallows out the remaining sun that had remained only a few moments ago. I sigh wearily listening to my doctor talk quietly to Luke and Daisy off in the corner of my room. Watching the thick area of trees across the dirt road my mind races from thought to thought of the past, from seeing Jesse on the old wooden floor to where I sit now waiting for my cousin’s to take me home. My heart pounds harshly within me tightly with great anxiety and panic of the past to what the future may hold due to my stupidity I had held three weeks ago. Three long weeks in the hospital that seemed to last an eternity of lying hooked up monitors and IVs and of everyone looking over me in pity, just as they have been the past year or so. I hate their pity them looking down at me just because they feel sorry for me when I am fine, or will be fine, well hopefully will be fine whenever I can move on with my life as Luke seems to want me to do. But how can I do that when Jesse was violently murdered as he was and the murderer remains free, unpunished of his evil deed?

Thinking of the past, of seeing Jesse lying on the floor covered in his own thick blood, and of the man or men that has gotten away with such a hateful crime, anger floods through me. How could anyone want to kill such a great man as Uncle Jesse? And why would anyone want to kill my uncle? Jesse would never do anything to deserve such a thing and yet someone had went in and killed him as if he were just a piece of meat or something, looking as if no second thought had come to whoever pulled the trigger. Anger floods through me with my emotional pain and sorrow to who ever killed my uncle, for the cops for not stopping the jackasses that had pulled the trigger. Tears once again enter my eyes, tears of my pain mixed with the anger toward the men who did this to Jesse, not for me, but for Jesse.

“Luke, I am going to schedule him for an appointment in three days, let’s see,” my doctor pauses behind me, “that’ll be Friday. How about at eight in the morning?”

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by: Keith

Act Two

LUKE: Rosco, you wanna point that pee shooter someplace else?!

(Luke knocks the gun out of Rosco’s hand, and the group makes a run for it, except David.)

DAVID: What’s going on? What are you boys doing?

LUKE: You wanna go to jail?

(David shakes his head)

LUKE: Then get in!

(David jumps in the window of the General Lee, followed by Luke. They all take off in their cars.)

BALLADEER: Now, friends, y’all might get the idea that this is David’s first time runnin’ from the law. But it ain’t.

BOSS HOGG: Rosco, you numbskull, you let ’em get away again!!

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by: Kim

It was a sunny day in Hazzard High School where Luke had caught up with several of his friends after his last class in an area hidden out of view of the front of the school. Luke came to meet his friends who were smoking. One of his friends named Roy had asked Luke,” Do you want a cigarette.” Luke replied, “Sure.” Luke had his own pack of cigarettes but he had hid them in the barn so his uncle would never find them and his other pack was in his locker at school. After a few minutes, Luke had finished his cigarette, he said to his friends,” I have to go meet Bo when he is done with his last class. They all answered, “Okay. “When Luke saw his cousin coming out of the building, he yells, “Bo, over here.” Bo turned his head towards the direction that Luke was calling him from. Bo says,” You ready, let’s get on the bus before it leaves without us Luke.

As the bus lets the boys off at their stop which was a short distance from the farm they ran up to the farm house where Uncle Jesse was reading the paper, Uncle Jesse said, “Boys, you have chores to do” The boys answered. “Yes sir.” When the boys were finished with cleaning the stables, Luke told Bo that he would be in a little while. Bo answered, “Okay.” Unknown to both boys is that someone from Luke’s parents past wanted revenge on the Duke family for Jesse helping Luke’s parents put him behind bars fifteen years ago. He is watching Luke take out of his hiding place his cigarettes and lighter from the box that Luke has hidden in the barn and gives the man an idea how to destroy Jesse’s family.

When Luke saw that Bo was inside the farmhouse, he goes to the box in the barn where he has hidden his cigarettes and lighter and walks outside of the barn that faces away the farmhouse to smoke. When Bo was came into the farmhouse, his uncle asks Bo where his cousin was. He replied,” He is in the barn.” His uncle told him that he needed Luke to go into town and get some supplies. When Bo went out to call his cousin, it spooked Luke which forced him to quickly drop his cigarette and stepped on it to smother the cigarette out so it would not burn anything. Luke did not realize that the man was watching both of the boys’ movements.

Luke walked to the entrance of the barn; Bo told him that Jesse needs him to go to town to get supplies. Luke said, “I am on my way, bye.” As Luke was leaving, Cooter drove up in his truck to drop off some stuff for Jesse. He said, ” Hey Luke, where’s your Uncle Jesse at. ” Luke answered,” He is in the farm house and I am on my way to get the supplies he needs to repair the fences in the back 40.” Cooter answered, “Okay, thanks Luke.” and Luke drove away from the farm. As Bo saw Luke leave, he decided to go up into the hayloft and take a short nap because he always loved to sleep in the hayloft. Someone was watching the barn and saw that Bo had climbed up the hayloft. This person also saw Luke smoking behind the barn earlier and knew where Luke had hidden his cigarettes. He thought to himself, “Perfect, I can burn the barn down and have Luke be blamed for it. I need to sneak in there and place the gasoline container and light the straw with Luke’s lighter.” Once he lit the straw and he ran away from the barn before the gasoline container blew. A moment later, a gasoline container exploded near the ladder to the hayloft. The sound of the explosion suddenly woke Bo up and he saw the fire, he knew he had to get out of the barm quickly. He ran towards the ladder, but the fire that was feeding off the gasoline had destroyed the ladder and he realized that the fire destroyed his only way to safety.

When Cooter and Jesse were looking out the window when they heard an explosion and both of them saw that the barn was on fire. They ran outside and suddenly Cooter heard Bo yelling from the hayloft,” COOTER, UNCLE JESSE, HELP ME!” “PLEASE, HELP ME!” All of a sudden, they hear several beams that held the hayloft come crashing to the ground. Cooter tells Jesse to run into the house and call the fire department and the ambulance. I will get Bo out of the barn.” He runs into the barn to rescue Bo. By the time that Jesse comes back outside from calling the fire department, Cooter had Bo lying on the ground. Jesse saw that Cooter had grabbed the bucket that was near the farmhouse, filled it with water and put Bo’s burned hands into it in order to save his hands from getting any worse. He found a rag and soaked it into the water and applied it to Bo’s right cheek and neck that was burned.

When the ambulance arrived and loaded Bo into the back, Jesse asked if he could ride along. One of the paramedics saw the condition of the boy, he said,” Sure, you can ride along and comfort him.” Cooter told Jesse that he would be driving back to town and get a message to Luke about what had happen. After the ambulance left, Cooter started his drive back to town and saw the pickup truck coming towards him and pulled his tow truck to a stop and Luke stopped a minute later. Luke asked, ” What’s up Cooter.” Cooter replied, Luke, something happen at the farm, the barn burned down and the ambulance took your cousin to tri-county hospital. He has burns on his hands and the right side of his cheek and neck. I am on my way to the hospital.” Luke answered, “I am right behind you, Cooter.”

by: Kristy Duke

Daisy Duke

Walking into the small hospital room I silently close the door behind me before turning around to find both of my cousins asleep. I sigh with pained emotions that have swarmed over me since they had rolled my cousin into the emergency room, for both of my cousins. Silently I walk to the end of Bo’s stiff old hospital bed to watch Luke sleep against the hard wall in his stubbornness to not leave Bo’s side before I slowly turn my attention to Bo. Anger quickly knaws at my heart as I see his wounds as I do everyday, anger toward the men who had done this to him, and to Jesse. Though like always, my anger is taken over by great fear as I think of the men who had done this to him, of what they may be planning next. Fear for what they plan, not only to Hazzard, but to Bo when they find out they didn’t kill him as they most likely planned.

“I take it, your their other cousin,” says a thick male’s voice to send chills of fear and startlement rushing up and down my body. Slowly I turn to the window where the bright sun shines in to find a tall muscular man with thinly cut dark sandy blond hair with thin short side burns. I take in his built figure that is dressed in tight dark jeans, well worn white sneakers, and a un-tucked sports shirt. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

I watch with cautious curiosity as he steps forward and I notice the odd color of blue his eyes are to gentleness of his eyes that only seem to be as flawed as the color. “Yeah…yeah I’m their other cousin,” I answer as he approaches me and he smiles a bright smile showing his smile wrinkles at his temples.

“Sergeant FBI Agent Frank Mills,” his smile slowly disappears as he lends out his right hand and as we shake hands I notice a thick long scar on his outer arm, “I am in charge of this case…well along side Sheriff Coltrane.”

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