19. What is and What Should Never Be

-Someone has a dream of an alternate Hazzard. What would it be like if Joe and Lea didn't die? One Duke causes some real trouble. It might not be the same Ole Hazzard. But it's the same Ole trouble.

It was just another ordinary Boar's Nest Saturday Night or so you would think.

Bo was playing a game of pool with a few fellas after the first round he bowed out. He didn't want to continue another game.

"Are you chicken?" The Hustler asked.

Oh, no. Luke thought. He was standing by the bar but he was within ear shot to hear what was going on. He knew what was going to happen. Bo didn't take it well when people called him that word.

Bo turned around. "What did say?"

"I said, are you chicken?"

"Nobody calls Bo Duke a chicken and gets away with it." Bo was face to face with the stranger, his fists clenched by his sides. He shoved the hustler hard. The hustler was knocked off balance and fell backward into a chair, slightly dazed.

Uncle Jesse watched were he sat. "Now Bo, don't do anything stupid." The boy was just like his Uncle Joe. Maybe that was why Rosco got more agitated with Bo more than any other Duke.

Luke joined in to try to hold the hustler and Bo at bay.

"Awright, break it up." Rosco came over and grabbed Bo's arm behind his back. "I know you started it Bo Duke. "

"When I start something you do something about it when Luke starts something you don't do a thing about it."

"Of course I…."

He jerked his hand out of Rosco's grasp. "You don't need to show me out." Bo walked toward the door, shaking his head as he did so. His blond hair flopped around his face, in a similar way Joe's always did.

Rosco rested his hand on Jesse's chair, starting after the Duke boy.

Jesse leaned toward the Sheriff. "Rosco, he ain't Joe." Jesse told him, making sure he had a reality check.

Rosco sighed, avoiding eye contact with Jesse.

"Just…take it easy on him. Don't be too hard on him because he reminds you of 'im."

Rosco finally turned to Jesse, daring to look into his eyes. "Don't tell me what to do Jesse. I might listen to other folks, and let 'em push me around but I'm not listening to a Duke." His face reddened, but with what, frustration, embarrassment, anger? There was no question that Rosco was thinking about Joe but it was a question as to what he was feeling.

Rosco went to bed thinking what it might have been like if Joe and Lea were alive. Then he found himself wishing that his friends were alive. Before he could fully think on it, he fell asleep. When he woke up, sun was shining through the window. Maryanne still wasn't home. He got dressed for work but couldn't find his badge.

While he was out on patrol Luke CB'd him asking him to come out to the farm.

"We made a place for you Rosco." Daisy said, setting a plate down in front of him on the picnic table.

"Why are you bein nice to me?" It had to be a dream. They were never this nice. What were they up to?

"Why wouldn't we be Rosco?" Jesse asked the lawman. Rosco just stared at him for a moment, and then faced Luke, who was seated across from him.

"I'm sorry for giving you boys a ticket the other day."

"Sorry?" At first Rosco thought Luke was angry. "You didn't give us any ticket, Bo maybe, but there's no need to apologize for it."

"Luke." Jesse scolded his nephew. "He'll grow out of it sooner or later."

"He's twenty-eight." There was no chance of Bo changing soon.

AN: I will update again soon. I have bee having writers block plus I've been busy.