by: Marty Chrisman
Luke Duke and his cousin, Bo (Better known in Hazzard County as the Duke Boys) were busy unloading bags of feed from the back of Uncle Jesse’s pickup truck. Both boys had lean muscular builds developed from years of working on the farm. The Duke family had lived in Hazzard County for over five generations. Most of them were buried in the family cemetery high on a hill behind the barn. Jesse’s wife, Martha, was buried there, along with Luke and Bo’s parents, and their cousin Daisy’s parents.
The three Duke cousins had lived with their Uncle Jesse since they were little. Luke had been five years old when he came to live on the farm with Jesse and Martha. He was the first to arrive. His mother had died when he was born and his father had been killed in mining accident. Bo was the next to arrive, just a few short months after Luke. He had only been a baby at the time. His parents had been killed in a car accident. Daisy had been the last to arrive. She was six years old at the time, two years younger than Luke and two years older then Bo. Her mother had died when she was three in a car accident and her father had died making a moon shine one dark and stormy night. He had lost control of his car on dead man’s curve and went over the side of the mountain. Raised together on the farm by Uncle Jesse and Aunt Martha, the three cousins were inseparable. Bo and Luke were closer than brothers.
“Come on, Bo” Luke said in his slow southern drawl “Git a move on it or we’ll never git to the Boar’s Nest.” He grinned as he tossed a bag of feed to his younger cousin.
Bo grunted as he caught the bag in his arms and tossed it on top of the other bags lying just inside the barn door.
“How come I get to catch and you get to throw?” Bo complained good naturedly