Garrett Duke

Gotta love Tigger. Rabbit

Daisy stares dreadfully out her passenger door, questions rapidly within her. Why had Cooter so urgently yank her out of work? Why wasn't he answering her questions? What was so wrong? "This is killin' me Cooter, what's wrong? What's going on?" she finally asks, turning to look at Cooter, silently demanding answers. "I tol' you. I got orders to pick you up. Luke will explain everything when we get there," Cooter responds with the same answer he had said a few minutes ago, refusing to look at her. Daisy rolls her eyes and as she goes to glare out her window notices with horror that he is pulling up into the hospital's parking lot. Only to send her imagination to run rapdily within her of who it could be. Cooter said Luke would explain everything. Meaning he was OK. Bo was in jail. So it had to be Uncle Jesse. Perhaps all this stress of Rosco's harsh accident and Bo sitting accused of it in jail was too much for him. Perhaps he had a heart attack. "No, no, no," she states as tears already sting her eyes before even knowing what had happened, "Jesse?" she looks at Cooter for support. Cooter sighs as he parks in the closest parking spot. "Let's go in and see how everyone's doing," with that he climbs out of the truck and Daisy slowly follows suit and meets him at the grill of the truck before they begin to walk towards the front door of the hospital. A gust of cool air hits them as they enter the hospital and the strong smell of Lysol, disinfectant, and sick sweat greets them. Though Daisy barely recognizes it all as she begins to think of the worse. Of Jesse's funeral. Of a life without their patriarch. Of where that would leave everyone. Following Cooter into the ER's waiting room, Daisy slowly takes in the scene in front of her in sheer confusion at seeing Jesse sitting in a chair, staring blankly at a magazine and Luke standing restlessly at the window. Relief and excitement floods within her at seeing Jesse and she is forced to hold back her excitement and running to her uncle to show her relief. She holds it all back knowing that even if Jesse's fine, something was wrong. Deadly wrong. But what? Bo was in jail. Luke was standing at the window. And Jesse was sitting in the chair. They all looked fine to her. "Luke, Jesse," she states and both men look up at her and Luke is first to reach her as Jesse slowly and stiffly stands up from his seat, "this ape," she points to Cooter, "is refusing to answer my questions. He won't tell me what all this is about. Or what is so important and urgent to pull me out of work. Hogg will be hot when he finds I left early," she pauses as Jesse stands next to her, "What's going on?" Luke inhales heavily knowing Daisy will take it hard. Harder than he had imagine as she already seems to be upset about it before even knowing what had happened. "Bo's been shot," Luke blurts out, not knowing any easier way to answer her question and she loudly gasps in fear, tears sting her eyes. Jesse hugs tightly onto her, letting her cry onto his shoulder as Luke calmly explains all that had happened. From what Jesse had said had happened from following Hogg to the hide out to Jesse getting caught and Luke showing up and onto their rush to the jail to check on Bo. "When they took him into the amublance, he was unconscious. He lost a lot of blood. Looks like got shot right above his right chest and he hit his head pretty hard on the wall. Probably a concussion." He finishes. "No. Not Bo," Daisy breaks her silence after a long moment of silence after Luke's story. "I thought it had to be you, Jesse, when Cooter pulled into the parking lot. After all, he said Luke would explain it all. Meaning Luke had to be fine. Bo I figured was in jail. That left you." Jesse shakes his head with intense grief and fear. "Would have been better off if it was me," he states, his own tears clear in his eyes, "I'm fine." Silence is quick to flood between them as a doctor's name is called over the intercom. Everyone facing the harsh emotions that floods through them over what had happened, their thoughts stuck on Bo who remains in the ER. "Hey Lukas," Cooter breaks the silence to bring Daisy's attention onto Luke and for the first time sees the blood thickly staining his pants and shirt and she is struck in horror with realization that it's all Bo's blood, "we all know how long it may take 'em to get things figured out before the doctor comes out with word on Bo. Why don't you go home and change clothes? With all that blood on you one of the doctors is bound to see you and think the blood's your's and think you're hurt or somethin'. I could call you if -" "I don't give a damn about what a doctor may or may think of my clothes or what's on my clothes! I ain't going home until I hear word on Bo and see Bo with my own eyes!" Luke uncharacteristically snaps at Cooter before he steps away from the group returning to his window he had been stationed at when Daisy and Cooter had walked in. "It was only a suggestion," Cooter sighs as he glances at Jesse and Daisy and shrugs before they all slowly finds a seat on the bench seats alongside the wall. As silence welcomes it's awkward way into the waiting room, the loud ticking of the clock above the nurse's station echoes off of the white walls.

Pooh (Winnie the Pooh)

Well I have to humbly admit that I am not perfect and that sometimes I make mistakes...even when it comes to NASCAR. Shocking, I know. LOL. And now I am here to admit to my mistake...though honestly, it's not my fault. Sunday's Sprint Cup race at Kansas will be at one EST as I had said it would, but it will be on FOX. And NOT TNT as I had posted in my earlier post a couple of days ago. They will be racing on Fox on Sunday for the last time this season and next Sunday they will be on TNT. I am sorry for giving y'all the wrong information about the channels! But as I said, this time, it's not my fault. I bought NASCAR Illustrated 2011 Season Preview at the beginning of the season that gives fantasy picks and driver and track info. I then subscribed to NASCAR illustrated and got my first magazine last week...Anyway, they both have schedules in it with the channels it will be on. In the season preview it says that they will be on TNT this weekend. While my newer magazine says Fox on it...I just checked NASCAR.com and it says the races is on FOX. I am very glad to get another race on FOX with Darrell Waltrip, Jeff Hammond and crew. I missed last week's prerace show and was disappointed to miss thier last pre race show (I really like their prerace show!) and am very glad to get another last chance to watch them. I am sure glad that I caught that mistake on the magazine part...I would have been very upset if I turned it onto TNT to watch the race and it not be on and all. We are entering race number thirteen - halfway through the regular season before the chase starts. Hard to believe...at least for me. Meaning Gordon has thirteen more races to get his act together and start winning races. At least do better than he has been if he is wanting to have a chance at making the chase this year. REMINDER: SPRINT CUP RACE AT KANSAS ON JUNE 5 AT ONE EST. ON CHANNEL FOX!

Disbelief, anger, and fear violently wash over Jesse's heavily numb body as he stares silently down at his blood covered nephew. Watching the trained paramedics work at cutting off Bo's bloodied shirt and hooking him up to IV's and reading the monitor, Jesse can't help but to feel as if he is trapped in a horrible nightmare. A nightmare that he is half expecting to be thrown awake from the beeping of the alarm clock next to his bed. Instead, the only beeping comes from the irregular beeping sounds coming from the monitors that is now hooked to Bo's chest. The paramedics talk about themselves in an language that seems foriegn to Jesse, throwing out numbers and medical terms that is way above Jesse's level of medical knowledge. Only to make things worse for him. "What's all that mean? Is he going to be OK?" Jesse breaks his silence from the corner of the cab, the paramedics not even allowing him close enough to touch his nephew. "We don't know sir," the youngest paramedic patiently responds, "the bullet wound looks to have gone in and out. Which is good. Means it's not lodged into something vital or anything. But we won't know for sure until we get to the hospital and do farther tests." He pauses for a short moment, listening into what another paramedic was saying before turning back to Jesse and saying, "Right now, our biggest concern is the amount of blood he has lost. It looks like he has lost a lot. Which means he had been lying there awhile before y'all showed up to get him help. He has a small and irregular heart beat and his breathing is slow and shallow. Another big concern is his head injury. You can tell by looking at his eyes that he has suffered a decent sized concussion. But once again, we won't know for sure how much blood he has lost or how bad of a concussion he has until we get him into the ER and the doctors can do farther tests on him." The young paramedic gives Jesse a sympathetic look for a moment before he turns back around to help his collegues with Bo who remains silent and still on the stretcher; his complexion has gone a bluish white color. Jesse falls back into staring at his nephew as tears streak his cheeks, running freely into his thick beard. Bo had always been the one he worried the most about. But he had always thought if something were to happen to him, it'd have something to do with a car and racing. Not shot while sitting in jail for something he didn't do. But now sitting in the back of the ambulance with the sirens wailing above him, the only thing telling Jesse that Bo was even remotely alive was the beeping of the monitors, the hissing of the air tank. To Jesse's bare eyes, just to look at Bo, Bo looks dead. The thought send harsh shivers down his back. He has lost a lot of loved ones in his past. His parents. All of his brothers. His wife. He doubted he could survive another great loss of a close family member. Like Bo. "We're here," another paramedic calls out as the ambulance seems to come to a halt and Jesse dares to look away from Bo and up at the paramedic as he throws open the back doors. Sighing heavily, he falls back into heavy prayer for Bo as they carefully pull his stretcher out of the back of the ambulance before he stiffly climbs out after them. "Sir," the paramedic stops him at the sliding open doors that leads to the ER, "you're going to have to go through the main doors over there. Go right and it'll lead you to the ER's waiting room. They'll have you fill out his paper work and the doctors will come out and talk to you as soon as they are able to stabalize him." Jesse shakes his head and goes to argue but the paramedic pats him on the shoulder and is quick to turn around and follow Bo and the other paramedics in through the sliding doors. "Bo," Jesse hears himself say as he watches them disappear from sight and Jesse slowly follows the paramedics instructions. ******************************************************** Staring down at the paper work that the clerk had handed him minutese ago, Jesse finds it hard to concentrate upon the paper work at hand, finding it hard to make out the words or to understand what they are asking. His whole body seems to be paralyzed in fear as his thoughts remain focused upon Bo as he had been in the ambulance. His vivid imagination draws up vivid scenes of what the doctor may be telling him in the near future, of having to put on another dreaded wake an funeral. For his youngest nephew. It just wasn't fair. What did Bo ever do to deserve this? What he even do to the gunmen that they felt like they should shoot to kill him for? All Hogg's money was upstairs, Bo was down stairs and wouldn't have been in their way at all. The only answer Jesse could think of was that he had done it to get at Jesse for following Hogg and being witness to their hideout and what they did to Hogg. If only Jesse had listened to Luke and had allowed him and Cooter to investigate everything, perhaps Bo would still be alive and well in jail . . . Jesse's thoughts are interrupted as Luke walks into the room and Jesse's eyes are instantly fixated upon his blood stained clothes. Bo's blood. Only to send more chills racing rapidly across his numb body and more tears to melt down his cheeks. And he is reminded of what the paramedic had said...Bo lost a lot of blood. "Luke. . " he lets his words drop as he weakly stands up to greet his nephew and notices that he is alone, "where's Daisy? I thought I tol' you to pick her up?" Luke sighs heavily, unable to look at his uncle. "You did," he slowly states, "I called Cooter. Enos has the prisoners in tow and are on their way to jail with Hogg riding shot gun. So I asked Cooter to pick her up and bring her to the hospital. Told her to tell her I'd explain it all to her once she got here." Anger is quick to radiate in Jesse's blue eyes at Luke's bold refusal to follow instructions. "If I wanted Cooter to pick Daisy up, I'd have asked him to do it! Did I ask Cooter to pick Daisy up?!" Jesse's voice rises in anger to cause the secetary to look up at them from her desk. Luke shakes his head quietly. "No I didn't. I asked you to do it! Why can't you follow one simple instruction? Huh? It's not like you'd be missing something here...other than sitting and waiting as I am now! And look at you!" he pauses, his eyes remain on Bo's blood, "You walk in here with his blood all over you. You think everyone wants to see that?" "I don't have any other clothes and I'm not about to take time to go home and change," Luke boldly states unmovingly. He knew Jesse was upset and had to take it out on someone and he'd be more than glad to be that someone if it'd help vent out some of Jesse's raw emotions that seem to be locked within him. "and we may just be sitting and waiting, but I'd rather be here waiting on word than in the car when I knew damn well that Cooter would be going past The Boar's Nest. That he was closer to Daisy than I was. Plus," he sighs heavily as a heavy wave of exhaustion washes over him, "I thought it'd be better on Daisy to get somewhat a warning that something was wrong from Cooter than for me to walk into the Boar's Nest like this and say something's wrong with Bo. She'd assume the worse." Jesse exhales heavily and takes a step back and shakes his head. "She may be correct assuming the worst. They said he lost a lot of blood. Was obvious that he had some sort of a concussion. He was lying like that for a while before we came in," Jesse pauses as he eyes his paper work, "well if you are so anxious to be here to wait on word, you can fill out his paper work. I can't concentrate long enough to read a single word on the damn page. I just keep seeing him..." he goes silent as he sits back down in his seat and hands the board to Luke who slowly accepts it. "I can fill out his paper work," Luke sighs sitting down next to him and looks down at the paper attached on the clipboard to see that Jesse hadn't filled anything out, not even Bo's name. Looking at Jesse he states, "I don't care what some paramedic had said. He just said the obvious. I could have told you that. But that don't give you or anyone any right to give up hope on Bo. He's tough. He can fight this. I refuse to give up on Bo." Jesse slowly nods as they go silent and Luke goes to Bo's paper work, his mind remains focused upon the scene he had walked in on at the jail of Bo lying in his own puddle of blood. His imagination drawing all that he had gone through, what all had happened, and what Bo must have felt and was thinking. Only to enforce anger and hatred towards the evil person that did this to him. His worry and fear runs thick through him for what the doctor will have to tell them once he walks into the waiting room despite what he had just said to Jesse.

Well Roger - I was rooting for Jr to win after Johnson's engine blew and Gordon was all the way back where he was. Too bad for your friend...he got to see a lot of action though. As for the language that Chad had used...I didn't hear what he said or realized he swore until the announcers apologized for him. Hoss is probably right, he didn't know he was being monitored on TV. Though people can pay to listen into their radio so that doesn't make him safe from kids not hearing them. And I imagine, especially with some of the drivers out there, there is a lot of cussing going on on their radio and people listening into their radio should be prewarned about it. Chad was upset and said it while upset. I don't see NASCAR or anyone penalyzing him for it since it was on his radio and not to a TV announcer or something like that. I remember the year Juan Pablo Montoya first came to NASCAR, he cussed Gordon over his radio for not letting Montoya pass Gordon (Gordon was a lap down trying to get his lap back, Montoya was on the lead lap...second or so )...after the race, Montoya cussed Johnson out during a post race interview on TV for not allowing Montoya to pass him to win the race . NASCAR didn't penalyze Montoya at all. I remember Harvick and Stewart cussing on TV and nothing... But a year or two before all that...back when Jr was winning. He won a race and was excited afterwards and said the s word. He got fined twenty five points. Last year at Texas, Kyle Busch was caught speeding on pit road. He got mad at the NASCAR official who was holding him back and gave him the bird. He got held for two laps, fined, and put on probation until the end of the year. (Same race that Gordon got into a shoving match with Burton...) It may not be appropriate for kids to hear such stuff, but Chad was upset over what had happened and had no way of knowing that FOX was airing what he was saying on the radio. I highly doubt that NASCAR will say or do anything about it. I remember a couple other times where soemthign like that happen and the announcers apologizing for it. Drivers get upset...as do the crews...and things are said out of emotion. I guess I would feel differently about it all if he had said it to the TV reporters knowing kids would be watching on TV. As Montoya, Harvick, Stewart, and Jr had done. Don't understand how NASCAR can penalyze a driver like Jr who says it out of excitement and even admitted he wanted to see what they would do and not to Harvick who was upset or Montoya who was disappointed with his second place finish. NASCAR seems to have double standards when it comes to penalying people...

Well it is only Tuesday night and I am already ready to talk about the upcoming race - perhaps it is my vague attempt to forget all about the horrible race that was Charolette (my opinion) and to move forward. While the Nationwide Series will be racing at Chicago, the Sprint Cup series will be racing at Kansas at one EST on Sunday. . .on TNT. Which is another sore point with me. I really enjoy the announcers on Fox. I like Darrell Waltrip and Jeff Hammond. I like the other announcers as well. They are fun, informative, and are positive about all the drivers on the field. Not that the announcers on TNT are bad. They are alright. I like Kyle Petty and it will be good to see him again...as well as the other announcers. I just like the FOX reporters and announcers better than the other announcers they have on the scheduled other channels and really wish they would keep it on FOX all year long instead of switching channels and announcers...they will switch to ESPN in the middle of July. In other words, if you turn in on FOX this upcoming Sunday for the race, you will be watching something else and missing the race...and who'd want to miss the race? Don't know about y'all, but am hoping for a better race than Charolette for ALL of my favorite drivers...perhaps to shed some hope on the rest of the season.

"We're here," Jesse states to penetrate through the piercing silence that had screamed back at them since they had began on their way to town, "hopefully we're not too late." Luke nods as he unsnaps his seat belt and throws his door open just as Jesse shoves his truck to a quick halt in front of the court house. He hears his heart racing within him as his adrenaline shoves him forward towards the front doors of the court house. Halfway to the doors, with Jesse shortly behind him, the ambulance's sirens become audible, screaming in the distance. Throwing open the court house doors and walking into the hallway, everything is as it should be. Giving Luke a premature feeling that everything should be OK even though deep down he knows it isn't. Even if the gun man had been lying about dealing with Bo, which Luke doubted that he was, the single fact that Bo was locked away for all of this was wrong. Reaching the door to the sheriff's station, he steals a glance back at Jesse before he cautiously opens the door and steps in to find everything a mess. Desks and chairs are tipped over, paper work is on the floor and Hogg's office door's window had been shattered is lying open. Ignoring Hogg's normally shut door, Luke quickly reaches the stairs and races down the thin stairway to where they had locked Bo up at. Reacing the floor of the jail, with Jesse just reacing the top of the stairs, Luke's heart comes to a painful halt as he finds Bo on the cold floor, leaning back against the brick wall. His once yellow shirt is drenched in his blood that flows from a bullet wound just above his right chest pocket as well, blood flows from a harsh wound on the right side of Bo's head; presumably hitting his head on the brick wall behind him when he had been shot. "Bo!" Luke hears himself state before turning back to Jesse, stopping him halfway, "Jesse I need you to go back and flag down the ambulance. Show them the way. You don't need to see him like this." "He's my nephew, Lukas! I don't need your protection," he is quick to snap before he realizes Luke isn't going to let him down in order to see Bo, "Move, Luke! I need to see him!" "Protection or not, someone needs to be up there to help the paramedics," Luke states, knowing Jesse'll be upset at him for all of this, "it would be faster for you to go out there to help them and for me to go in and help Bo than if we switch. We are wasting time that Bo doesn't have." Jesse eyes his nephew with venom for what he is doing and knowing that he is right. "Fine I'll be out there with for the paramedics, but I'm riding to the hospital with them, with Bo," he snaps at Luke, "and before I go, at least tell me, is he..." not able to finish his question. Luke shrugs. "Looks like he's only unconscious right now...he's still bleeding so his heart at least is still pumping some blood," Luke responds hesitantly before he turns away from Jesse and goes to the thick set of keys that is hanging up on the wall opposite side of the cells; knowing he doesn't have any time to lose or waste arguing with Jesse. Turning to the cells with the keys, he hears Jesse walking back up the stairs to go flag down the ambulance that seems to be close, if not outside the court house. "C'mon Bo," Luke states as he urgently unlocks the door and throws it open and takes a couple of steps to Bo where he painfully drops to his knees to place a couple of fingers to Bo's neck, feeling for his pulse. Feeling a slow and hesitant pulse, he sighs deeply in small relief as he pulls out his handkerchief from his pocket and he carefully places it against Bo's chest, where he had gotten shot at. Upon putting pressure to the gun wound, Bo moans in pain and his head twitches slightly to grab Luke's attention. "C'mon Bo. It's going to be OK," Luke states to get another moan and a moment later, Bo's eyes slowly open only to force more grief within him at seeing the pain and fear clouding Bo's baby blue eyes, "It's gonna be OK, Bo. Help is on it's way." Bo jerks his head towards Luke and momentarily there is hope within Bo's clouded eyes and a brief smile crosses his blood soaked face at seeing his cousin there. "I'm sor-" he begins to state before he begins coughing up more blood. "Shhh Bo," Luke hushes his cousin up at seeing the pressure he is putting on himself in order to talk. Bo shakes his head and his right hand lands on Bo's right forarm momentarily in his weak attempt to pull him away from him before Bo's hand weakly slides down. Luke glances down momentarily to find his sleeve where Bo had put his hand at to be covered in blood from Bo's hand to force Luke to think of all that had happened. "They got Jesse," Bo quickly blurts out before Luke could stop him farther, "they got Jesse and Hogg. He said. . .he said -" he is cut off with more coughing before his eyes goes shut. "Bo!" Luke yells out in panic as he hears running feet above them, "Bo wake up!" Relief slowly hits him as Bo forces his eyes open and tears melt down his cheeks, "Help is here, Bo. Help is here. You just gotta hang on buddy, you think you can do that?" Bo silently nods as the foot steps move down the stairs and the urgent talking between the paramedics become audible to grab Luke's attention away from Bo. "See Bo, here they -" he begins to say as he turns around to face Bo again to find his eyes closed and that he is barely breathing. "Bo!" "OK sir, we can take it from here," an paramedic states, tapping Luke on the shoulder, "you need to move so that we can take care of your friend here." Luke solomnly nods as he quickly stands up and moves to the opposite corner of the cell in order to give the paramedics enough room to move in with the stretcher. Luke watches as they carefully work as a team to put his cousin on the stretcher and places an air mask upon his bloodied face. As they roll his cousin out of the cell, Luke eyes the puddle of blood that lies on the floor where Bo had been sitting and the blood splattered wall to force Luke to wonder if help had gotten here in time. If the bullet hadn't killed him, if the amount of blood that he lost would... Saying a small prayer, he follows the paramedics up the thin stair way up the sheriff's station where Jesse waits and joins him. As Jesse sees Bo on the stretcher, Luke notices Jesse's complexion instantly turn ghastly white and a look of terror to cross his face. His uncle seems to say "Bo" yet no words come out of his mouth. "What happened, Luke?" Jesse sternly asks Luke, seemingly to find his voice. "He was shot above his right chest, he looked like he hit his head pretty hard on the wall. I assume as he had gotten shot," Luke firmly answers, "the gunman must have told him that he had you or Hogg. He started to say they had you and Hogg before he passed out again." Jesse nods as they make it to the hallway and move towards the front door where the driver stands, holding the door open. "Damn it. Damn it," he cusses as tears fall from his eyes and they follow the paramedics and Bo out through the opened door and to the ambulance where they watch quietly as they carefully place the stretcher into the back of the paramedics. "I'm riding with my nephew." Jesse states to the paramedics and climbs in before they can argue with him. Looking out at his older nephew, he states, "Go get Daisy and meet me at the hospital." "Yes sir," Luke states before the last paramedic climbs in and slams the door shut. With the sirens screaming loudly, the ambulance peels away from the curb and races towards the Tri-County Hospital. Luke watches it momentarily before he gets into Jesse's truck and picks up the CB to call in, "Crazy Cooter. You out there?" "Crazy Cooter here," Cooter answers quickly, "how's Bo?" "Not so good, Coot," Luke dryly states as he eyes his blood covered shirt, "Enos there yet? The scene under control?" "That's a big ten-four. Enos and Hogg has the two criminals in cuffs and on their way to the jail as we speak. I'm sitting and waiting on word from you where you parked The General at," he responds, "How bad's Bo? Is he alive?" Luke sighs. "Yeah, but looks like he lost a lot of blood. I'll tell you more later. Right now, I need you to swing by and pick Daisy up and meet us at the hosptial," he slowly responds, his thoughts paralyzed on thoughts about Bo. "Can you do that? She should be at work right now. Just tell her she needs to go with you and that I'll explain everything to you both once you get to the hospital." "That's a big ten four Lukas," Cooter states, "I'm gone." Luke nods and throws the CB handle down besides him before he starts Jesse's truck knowing he was only halfway following Jesse's orders by telling Cooter to pick Daisy up. But Cooter was closer to the Boar's Nest than he was and he was anxious to get to the hospital even though he knew he may be spending the next couple of hours in the waiting room, waiting on word on Bo.

Luke abruptly stands up to attract everyone's worried attention onto him and Luke is quick to turn his back to them as he makes his way to the boarded window. Peering in between the thin cracks his thoughts accelerate his worry deep within him. He had thought his plan to come here was bullet proof... "What is it, Luke?" Bo asks behind him, eyeing Gordon and then Luke, "What's wrong?" "I don't know yet," Luke halfway lies to his cousin, not wanting to place un needed worry on him or on Gordon, "just thinkin'." "Don't lie to me, Luke. Something is obviously wrong or bothering you...whether or not it is just a thought," Bo calls him on his lie, "now what is it?" Luke shakes his head, knowing his younger cousin won't let it go. Turning around he states, "What if Rosco does get help? There's several farmers in town he could blackmail as we were talkin' about that do know how to work and fire guns. Heck, if he gets help from other people, he may not be limited to just his dang car either." "You mean like a boat or something?" Bo questions shaking his cousin away, "You worry too much. No on in town would give Rosco a second thought. After what he's done to them, why would they want to help him for?" "As I said, he'd blackmail 'em," Luke is quick to respond. "Even so," Gordon slowly mentions, looking at his clock and up at the boys, "you said no one would even think of this place. Of him. So why worry?" Luke nods slowly. "Probably right on that one. I just don't want to over look anything," he slowly states, "better be prepared." "What you thinkin' 'bout Luke?" Bo questions, not liking being left in the dark in any of Luke's plans. Luke winks at him. "You'll see," with that he moves to the closed door and slowly opens it and steps out and closed the door behind him before walking through the shadow filled shack.

CHAPTER SIX Bo Duke hears himself gasp in pain as he slowly awakens from the dark blackness of his unconscienceness to find his entire body throbbing in harsh pain. Pain like he had seldom felt before. And as his eyes slowly adjust from blackness, to blurred, before becoming clear questions explode in his throbbing head. Questions of where was he, what had happened, and why everything hurt so badly. Only for the answers to clearly hit him as he glances down and finds his once yellow shirt to be drenched in his own blood. Instinctly, his hand goes to his upper chest, to where the blood is continuing to drain from, and his hand is quickly covered in his own thick blood and his mind rewinds several minutes ago to seeing the gun man standing outside his bars. To hear his harsh threats to be spoken evilly to him. And chills rushes down his throbbing body only to induce more pain. Bo glances around the empty jail room as he moves his hand from his chest to his head, where he had hit the wall at when he had been shot, to find more blood flowing down the side of his face. Only for fear to instantly hit him. Fear at the fact that if he don't get help soon, he'll die. He wasn't afraid of dying so to speak. Everyone has to die sometime. He just didn't want his time to be now when everyone, he felt, thought he was responsible for Rosco's accident. He didn't want his last moments with his family to have been stuck in guilt and silence as he had tried to ignore them in fear of seeing and hearing their own accusations towards him. Inside, he knew they didn't blame him, but he was so wrapped up in his own guilt, that he was convinced that they would have to blame him as well. Would have to hate him for what he had done. And he did anything possible to ignore them in order not to see their disappointment or anger at him. So he had ignored them. Pushed them away. And now, as he sits up against the brick wall, feeling his own blood pour out of him and every inch of his body throbbing in intense pain, he is facing the thought of never seeing them again. Never able to tell them sorry for what he has done. Never be able to tell them thank you for all that they had done for him. Never be able to tell them how much he loves them. Those thoughts force him to ignore the pain and he yells out, "Someone. Help -" he abruptly stops as he is thrown into a coughing fit, coughing out blood that only accelerates his fear, his pain, "help me!" He is answered by thick and eery silence as blackness once again threatens to overcome him and he grudgingly fights against it. "Please. I've been shot!" he cries out and is soon to realize that if someone was up there, they would have been able to hear the gun shots. His cry of pain when he had been thrown against the wall. If someone was upstairs, they too could have been shot. And perhaps dead right now. Leaving him to deal with his despair at the thought of dying now without being able to tell his family, his friends good bye. Leaning his head back against the wall, he is no longer able to fight against the blackness that threatens to consume him and tears flood down his cheeks. Tears of pain, sadness, and fear. As his eyes closes, he instantly sees the evil smile of the gun man as the gunman's violent threat echoes in his ears just as he loses consciousness once more.

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Well did anyone get to watch the Coca-Cola 600 last night? Talk about a wild race! For this Gordon fan, it was an up, down, up, and down again night. Very frustrated with how it had ended... The first half was kinda uneventful...Jr raced from 25th starting place to fifth place only for the gas man to fall in pits to slow him down, then he spun the tires during the restart to send him back to eighteenth or so for awhile, but he was able to race himself up towards the top of the field by the end of the race. Landon Cassill...from Cedar Rapids, IA (only a few miles from where I live ) had a wild ride when he went down the track in front of Regan Smith, Smith was already there and bumped Cassill into the grass that sent him sliding and flying through the infield grass and into the concrete wall. Mark Martin had raced himself up the field only towards the last half of the race for David Gilliland to race besides him, he tried giving Carl Edwards on the bottom of the track room and ended collecting Mark Martin. And when I say collecting Mark Martin, I mean he collected him...their cars became stuck together as he slammed Martin into the wall and the ran into Ryan Newman who got hit a couple of hard times. Martin had to climb out in between their two stuck cars and the tow trucks had to litterally tear the two cars apart from one another. Luckily no one got hurt. Felt bad for all three drivers, but especially Newman who was the innocent party of the bunch (he always seems to get caught in the big ones...) Kyle Busch had an up and down night. He led several laps and at one point was the car to beat. But the last half of the race, his car must have started to act up or something. He spun out by himself three times. The first one he was able to save it pretty good and continue on. Second one he had to go to the garage for a while, and the third one he parked it I think. Very unusual for him to have a rough night like that. (But it was a VERY UNUSUAL night for racing at Charolette.) Johnson had his own up and downs. His pit stops weren't the best. On the last pit stop, they left a wrench in the back window and he had to go back in and get it out. Right after that, his engine blew and he had to go to the garage. As mentioned earlier, Gordon had an up and down, up and down night. He started eleventh. Went back and hung out in twentyth spot for A LONG time. He waited to pit long enough to lead a few laps when the caution went out and he was able to make a caution pit stop...to stay in the top ten. Then he was leading again with twenty or so laps to go and had to pit with only a few laps to not run out of gas and ended up finishing twentyth. Ricky Steinhouse Jr made his cup debut last night racing for Trevor Bayne who was still out due to his illness. He hit the wall three times at least throughout the race, but believe he was able to finish eleventh which is great for a first race! And then the crazy finish. Everyone was either going to run out of fuel with a couple of laps to go or just make it to the finish. Greg Biffle who at one point was a lap down and his coolant in his helmet was out (it was 90 degrees before the race. In the car, they said would be as hot as if you left your car windows shut and the heater on in the summer...) so he had a hot ride for 600 miles. Was leading the race at the end...but ran out of gas. With two laps to go everyone was wrecking due to people running out gas (NASCAR should have put a caution out...if it was any other time, they would have. -In NASCAR, once the white flag drops, and a caution is out, the race is over. Which is the only reason I can think of that they didn't put a caution out then...) Anyway, Jr was leading when the white flag dropped only for him to run out of gas halfway to the checkered flag. Kevin Harvick went on to win his third race of the year so far. Here is the top ten finishers of the race: 1. Kevin Harvick 2. David Ragen (best finish of his career ) 3. Joey Lagano 4. Kurt Busch 5. AJ Allmindinger 6. Marcos Ambrose 7. Dale Earnhardt Jr 8. Regan Smith 9. David Reutimann 10. Denny Hamlin (who was having engine problems in the first half of the race, they fixed his carborator during a caution without missing a lap to fix the problem.) And since today is Monday and the points are official....I will post the top ten in points here: 1. Carl Edwards 2. Kevin Harvick 3. Jimmie Johnson 4. Dale Earnhardt Jr 5. Kyle Busch 6. Kurt Busch 7. Matt Kenseth 8. Clint Bowyer 9. Tony Stewart 10. Ryan Newman And if anyone is wondering...Jeff Gordon has dropped down to 16th in points now. Very frustrated with his finishes as of late and his points. The only thing he's got going for him is his win at Phoenix and that he is the only driver between 11th and 20th with a win...if it stays like that he'll get to make it into the chase on the wild card option for eleventh or twelveth. He needs some wins...some better finishes. Something! LOL We are going to Kansas next Sunday...another mile and a half track.

Bears

Well this isn't big NASCAR news, but thought I would mention it. Kyle Busch was pulled over for speeding in N.C. on Monday...going 125 mph in a 45 mph speed zone. Read that with that high of a speed, he'll have to have a court date and could be fined up to a thousand dollars...which is pocket change to him. Guess he couldn't leave his racin' on the track...just a little interesting info.

Carrot

Jesse Duke feels his whole body jerk in shock and fear as the van and truck explodes into a big cloud of fire and smoke, the sound richocheting off of the distant hills. Momentarily, he is mesmorized by the smoke and fire before reality sinks in of what the explosion means; help is here. Relief slowly hits him as he looks up in time to find Cooter and Luke rushing past him, and Luke kicking the gun out of the leader's hand who is now on the floor. But the relief that had began to rush through Jesse at the sight of Luke and Cooter arriving to bring him and Hogg help is quick to evaporate as he is harshly reminded of Tristian's cold and confident statement he had made only minutes ago. He had to deal with Bo. Chills rush up and down Jesse's aching body at the thought of what Tristian had meant by those words. Jesse's worried thoughts and imagination is quick to fill in the blanks, only to draw vivid images of what he had done to Bo. "Prove yourself, Ty," Luke harshly states to the younger of the two, "unlock his prisoners. Now." Ty eyes Luke and Cooter briefly before he slowly moves past his brother and walks over to JD where he nervously unties him and peels the tape off of his mouth. "What you doin' Ty? You're my bro -" Tristian starts to complain. "Shut up." Cooter snaps at him, leaning over him. Jesse eyes Ty as he reaches him and begins to unlock his chains and Jesse stubbornly shoves him away to peel his own tape painfully off of his beard and mustache. "Luke," Jesse doesn't miss a beat and rushes to his feet, "that fool did something to Bo! We need to get to town!" Luke eyes Jesse for a long moment as if not understanding what he was saying before eyeing Tristian. "You need to go. Jesse's right!" J.D. states with urgency in his own voice, ignoring the throbbing fact that his stolen money was within' the van. "Go Luke. I got things under control here," Cooter states, not taking an eye off of Tristian, "Ty. Get them chains on Tristian. Tie him up tight. Cover his mouth." "I'll stay with Cooter. Call Enos and inform him to come here immediately to make an arrest," Boss orders, standing on the other side of Tristian as Ty silently grabs the chains that had chained Jesse up. "Let's go, Luke," Jesse states and quickly begins walking towards the bushes where he had been shoved into the open camp area, tears melting down his cheeks as his mind continues to draw vivid images of Tristian shooting and killing Bo. Deep down, his inner voice screams at him that it is too late. Bo's dead. But the fear and adrenaline is quick to shove him forward and through the bushes where he sees The General parked behind his truck. "the truck. I"m driving." Jesse sternly states as he walks past the boys' beloved racing car. Knowing better than to argue with his uncle, Luke merely nods as he opens the passenger door, his own emotions swallowing him whole at what Jesse had urgently told him only a minute ago. "Hit it," Luke tiredly states as he closes the door and reaches down and grabs the CB mic, "Luke Duke, calling Deputy Enos Strait. Enos!" "This is Deputy Enos Strait, what can I -" "Where are you, Deputy?" Luke impatiently cuts him off. "I'm out patrolling Randal Road at the moment," he answers on the CB, clueless to what is going on. "Out patrolling? Not guarding Bo at the jail?" Luke yells frustrated, "Never mind Enos. You are needed in the clearing just off of Old Mill Road. You know the place. Bring your handcuffs you are to make an arrest." Luke pauses for a long moment before stating the dreaded, "On your way over, please make an urgent call for an ambulance to check on Bo at the jail." "An ambulance?" his voice squeaks in fear and worry. "Don't ask. Just do it. There is no time for questions. Jesse and I are on our way to the jail now. Have the ambulance meet us there," Luke states eyeing the familiar scenery out of his window, yet seeing nothing out of his window, "I'm gone." Silence is quick to enter the cab of the truck as Luke throws the CB handle down as Jesse and Luke are both drowning in their harsh and dark emotions, their thoughts stuck upon Bo and what may have happened. What may have happened and Bo would have little to no way of protecting himself being locked behind bars.

Sheriff Rosco P. Coltrane

Sonny Shroyer in Iowa...this I can't miss! Khee!

Jeff Gordon (OK this is a huge weak link here between Gordon and Alabama, but y'all who know me know how big of a Gordon fan I am and couldn't miss the opportunity to use him. The link is that Jeff Gordon is in Brad Paisley's new video of "Old Alabama" -his new song. If it doesn 't count, just let me know and we can skip it, but thought I would at least try to use him...even if it is a weak link. ) GO GORDON GO!!!!!

Well, two months ago, I bought a three month old puppy that after a few days of great thought and effort, I named Rosco. (Bet you can't guess who I named him after? )He is half doodle and half corgi, ****zu, and Bichon. He is very energetic and ornery...and cute. He is now five months old. He has joined my household with my other dog that is now almost six and a half years old and is named Lilly (I bought her when she was six months old and she had already came named as Lilly). She is half corgi, a third bichon, and a third s-h-i-tzu. She is very loving and caring, protective of me. And poor ol' Lilly seems to be the victim of Rosco's orneriness...I am hoping one day that they will get along with one another. HA HA. Attached (if I did it right) is two pictures. One of just Rosco, my puppy, and the second one is of both Lilly and Rosco. (Though both pictures are a month or so old, so he is now a little bigger and has a hair cut so most of his black is gone. Perhaps I'll get an updated photo to share with y'all in a few days or so. )

Tristian Lingston eyes his younger brother for a short second as he climbs out of the van before glance long and hard at his two prisoners that remain tied to the trees as he had left them. Looking back at Tyson he breaks a smile and says, "Just as I left 'em. Finally you done something right, bro." Tyson eyes him for an angry moment before he shakes his head and steps away from Tristian as he continues to fight his own self. All his life he has looked up to Tristian, tried to be Tristian. He even gave up his life long dream of becoming an FBI agent to be his brother's side kick; to be a felon and on the run from the men he respected the most. And yet all he ever got from Tristian were remarks as the one he just gave him. Never trusted. Never respected. Always given the dirty work or the boring work. While Tristian remained the top dog of their plans, did what ever he wanted to do without giving Tyson a second look. Bottom line, Tyson knew, was that Tristian was using him to get what he wanted. All Tristian cared about was himself and no one else. Which is why he didn't think twice of killing or hurting anyone that got in his way. Tyson had always asked to be let in on some of the killing in order to show himself as capable of it as Tristian. As of yet, Tristian never trusted him to be able to pull it off as he always done and had shoved Tyson away. Which Tyson was glad of. It tore him apart to watch Tristian so violently kill another person without much thought. To see Tristian kill someone else's father, mother, daughter, or son. To see them suffer and in pain with thought that their last dying minutes were left in agony and fear, and often times alone. It silently killed Tyson to know, that even if it wasn't him killing them, he had a part in their death by being Tristian's partner. By not stopping him. And now Tristian had given him permission to kill the bearded man that had stumbled upon them. Only to force his stomach to churn painfully within him. He couldn't back down now. To back down would be weakness in Tristian's eyes and Tristian would never respect him. He didn't respect him now, but this could be his chance to prove himself worthy of his respect. Of his love. Of his friendship. "How'd it go in town?" Tyson nervously asks in attempt to prolong what is about to happen. Tristian shrugs as he reaches into his coat. "I got what I went for," he pauses as he grabs out his black handgun and Tyson nervously follows suit, dragging out the handgun Tristian had stole for him. "though I had to deal with that guy that Hogg hired us to frame. I couldn't risk him to be a witness." Tyson eyes him for a long moment, thinking of the young blond haired Duke that they had framed to rob the jewlry store. Of his youthful energy and love of life. And for the first time he could remember, a thick and heavy weight lands upon him as his emotions turn dark and hateful towards his brother. "You said he wasn't a witness. That we would leave him to rot in jail as we drove away," he states, his voice shaky. "Damn Ty what is your problem? Don't understand why you like the kid so much. He was ignorant and stupid. I did the world a favor," Tristian raises his voice, relying on the fact that they were surrounded by hills and trees and in the middle of no where to display his anger towards his brother, "besides, he got in the way. I did what I needed to do. You should do the same if you ever want to survive. Otherwise," he pauses as he moves around the vehicles and towards Hogg and Jesse, "you'll end up just as they will." Tyson follows him as he eyes the older Duke and he is slow to recognize him to be related to the young blond haired man as he recalls seeing him in the kitchen as they had snuck in the stolen jewlery into the youngest Duke's drawer. Of Bo talking comfortably with him with a smile on his face or of the darker haired cousin who was giving Bo a hard time over the dinner table and had sent everyone laughing comfortably except for Bo who pretended to be upset over what had been said. They were a family. The boys were like brothers...as he always wanted to be. Someone to rely on, count on, to trust. And Tristian just ended all that. And if he did as he had asked to do, he was about to kill the older man. If he didn't do it, Tristian would and he would probably be shot and killed soon after. By his own brother. "Perhaps that is better than to be on the run all the time. To be the bad guys all the time. Better to be like them than to be like us," Tyson couldn't believe what he was saying. The last time he tried to rebel against Tristian, Tristian beat him up bad and left him in the hospital with a promise of what would happen to him if he tried to defy him again. "Are you questioning my ways, Ty? Because I could always put you out your misery before I help them end their misery!" Tristian yells putting his gun to Tyson's head and Tyson is quick to hit it away, "I didn't think so. Now you wanted to help out with the spy over there. Well kill him any way you want. Just kill him and we'll get rid of the bodies. That is unless you want to die with them?" Tyson eyes the elder Duke and guilt runs through him as the elder Duke eyes him with tears of anger and fear in them. How could he kill him? Especially after knowing he had heard everything Tristian had said about his youngest. But if he didn't do what Tristian had said. . . "No...not really," he stammers, not knowing what he should do or could do. "but I can't kill him. I have tried all my life to be like you. To do what you do. To earn your repsect. Yet, I never have earned your respect and never will." He shakes his head as he feels his body go weak, "and I don't think killing him or anyone else will ever get me your respect. Your friendship. Besides," he takes a step away from his brother, "if that's what it takes to get a real brother. To earn you as a friend, I don't think I want your respect or friendship. You're a monster, Tristian. A monster no one should ever want to be like." "You cowardly idiot!" Tristian yells, stepping forward with his gun pointed at Tyson's head. Tyson swallows hard as he watches Tristian's thick index finger moving to yank the trigger just as a loud explosion erupts from behind Tristian. Tristian shoots just as Tyson and him are thrown violently to the ground, the bullet shooting up into the trees as their old vehicles are engulfed in fire and black smoke. "Not as much of a coward as you are," a thick male's voice calmly states and Tyson glances up to see two men enter the open area with bows and arrows, one being the darker haired man that had been giving Bo a hard time. Both men pointing their arrows down at Tristian who aims the gun up at them only for the Duke to violently kick it away and it slides down the hill.

Luke Duke lets a sigh of frustration to escape from him as he shoves The General to a park behind his uncle's well used Ford white truck. Frustration at the fact that his uncle is not in the truck nor is anywhere to be seen despite the fact of the urgent call for help that he sent Luke only a half hour ago. "He don't look to be in the truck," Cooter states the obvious besides him, "nor does he seem to be anywhere near by. Where is he?" Luke eyes him as he slowly climbs out through the open window and leans back into the backseat to carefully pull his bow and arrows out through the small end of the window. "Thanks for stating the obvious, Cooter. Next time," Luke snaps at him as Cooter pulls Bo's set of bow and arrows out and meets Luke at the end of Jesse's truck, "tell me something I already don't know." Cooter shrugs cluelessly. "I was just saying -" he cuts himself off as Luke eyes him angrily. "OK fine. Never mind. Where do we start looking for him?" Luke rolls his eyes as he breaks away from his friend and walks to the driver's side to find the door open an inch and Luke's eyes averts down to the dusty dirt ground to see what seems to be two sets of footprints. Jesse's and someone else's. "He's in trouble," Luke states the obvious as he throws open the door to find the CB on the seat and everything the way they should be. "He's definately in trouble," Cooter echoes Luke and Luke slowly turns around to find Cooter picking up Jesse's trademark red hunting cap, "his hat was there on the floor. Look at this foot print on it." Luke eyes it and cusses. First Rosco, then Bo in jail, and now Jesse. But where could Jesse be? And who would want to hurt their uncle? Only to send his thoughts rewinding a half hour ago to the call Jesse had made to them. His voice had been shaky and in a hush hush type of a whisper. Luke had taken it that he had found something in order to find Bo and didn't want anyone to hear about it. But now, standing next to Cooter, Luke was forced to face reality. That his uncle was in trouble and was relying on them. And Luke had failed. Forcing his emotions and thoughts behind him he glances back down to the ground where the foot prints are smeared upon the dirt. Motioning Cooter he slowly follows them into the weeded area and slowly comes to a halt as the last layer of trees and bushes approach them. Slowly peeling back a thick leaved branch of a thick bush, Luke hears himself gasp in fear and shock as he sees Hogg tied up to a tree up on a small hill while down the hill, Jesse sits tied up to another tree just as Hogg is. There hands are tied tightly behind their backs, their legs chained together, and duct tape is spread across their mouths. A few feet from them a tall muscular man is shoving what looks to be camping gear into the back of a truck. And keeping a good eye on both of his prisoners. "Hot damn," Cooter cusses besides Luke and Luke puts a finger to his mouth to hush him up. Looking back into the old campsite where his uncle and the commissioner is tied up at, Luke slowly and carefully assesses the situation and the prisoners compared to the bad guy who is now on the phone, nodding at someone. "We can blow up his truck with our arrows and run in on him. Get him before he knows what hit him." Cooter suggests in a whisper. Luke shakes his head. "He's talking to someone. Someone else is comin' and by the urgency on his face, I'd say he'll be here soon," Luke whispers back, "best wait for that other person to arrive as to not get ambushed ourselves." Cooter is slowly to nod despite the obvious look of not liking Luke's plan at all. "Well -" Cooter begins to state before a loud engine cuts through the thick silence of the woods and an old van pulls up alongside the old truck. "Bingo," Luke states in a whisper as another tall muscular man steps out of the van, eyeing his prisoners with a hard look and then steps up to the other guy to begin talking in a whiper to him. A moment later, they both pull out what looks to be big guns, their attention is focused upon Jesse and JD Hogg who sit alert against their trees and fear of knowledge set in their eyes.

Well last night was the Shoot out and the All star race. The shoot out race was a race for the drivers that weren't qualified for the All Star race (a win this year or last year, top twelve in points last year, and I think past All Star winners...that were qualified). The two top drivers to end the Shoot out was able to race in the All Star race plus one fan voted driver in the shoot out was able to move into the All Star race. Didn't get to watch most of the Shoot out - but did get to watch the last ten laps. Iowa native Landon Cassil wrecked in the second lap when his tire blew and sent him the track and into Derrick Cope. David Ragen won his first Sprint Cup race when he won the Shoot out and Brad Keselowski came in second so those two drove themselves into the All Star race. And once I heard that Dale Jr was NOT qualified into the All Star race and would have to race himself into it...I knew who would be the fan vote. And guess what? I was right. LOL. I love the pre race activities before the All Star race. Especially the driver and crew introductions. Those were great as always. The All Star race was an all or nothing race. No points attatched. They drove in segments for a hundred laps. Twenty-five, twenty-five, twenty, twenty, ten minute break, then a ten lap shoot out. Brad Keselowski lost his breaks and at one point was at least four laps back if not more. But due to the lucky dog, did finish on the lead lap. Kurt Busch had trouble on pits, and then got caught speeding on pit road. Each segment winner won a check as well. The winner of the race won a million dollars. Greg Biffle won one segment and led a lot of laps. Kyle Busch led some laps, but don't know if he won a segment or not. Gordon got up to second at one point, but spun the tires and got shoved back at a restart. Jimmie Johnson didn't do much all night. Carl Edwards ended up keeping Kyle Busch behind him to win the race...and 1.2 million dollars since he did win two segments. He did a celebration donut or spin out on the infield grass end end up hitting a sewer tunnel or something and it tore up the grass...and his beutiful race winning race car. Felt bad about the car...he could have used that next Sunday for the 600 at Charolette. .He then did his famous winning backflip from his car and took the checkered flag up into the fans. Gordon finished all the way back at 15 . It may not have been Gordon, but am glad to see Edwards win his first All Star race. (He's my favavorite none Hendrick car.) "Old Alabama" Brad Paisley Sounds like Brad Paisley aired his new video last night and thought I would share it. It has Alabama in it, but most importantly (to me at least) Jeff Gordon has a big part in it and DW is in it too. Hilarious ending to it and had to share it with you. Can't go wrong with a video with all of them in it!