You're a Duke
A few days passed since things were finally back to normal in Hazzard County, as Bo was back behind the wheel of the General Lee with Luke sitting beside him in the passenger's seat as they sped through the back roads leading to and from town, jumped over creeks and other cars for the fun of it, and continued running away from Sheriff Rosco and his deputies, Cletus and Enos, who was more of a friend to the Dukes as he held back to allow the boys room to run in.
One afternoon, as the boys were driving toward town to speak with Cooter about ordering some more paint for the General thanks to Rosco having scuffed it up pretty good during their last chase with him, Luke thought for a moment before finally deciding to pull a single sheet of paper from out of his shirt pocket, then handed it over to his cousin as he spoke up saying, "I wasn't going to give this to you until later, but I wanted to do it before everyone gave you theirs. I'm not really sure why, but…"
Bo kept one hand on the wheel, as he reached over to take the paper from Luke, then, between keeping his eyes on the road before him and taking quick glances at his cousin and the sheet in his hand, he asked, "What's this? Is this… is this the pink-slip for the General, with it signed over in my name? What are you giving it to me for? He belongs to both of us."
"That's true, so long as we're here in Hazzard still living together for however much longer that we are, but I doubt we'll both end up living together for a whole lot longer and when we finally do go our separate ways, I think it would be best if you take him, seeing as you do most of the driving anyway," Luke responded genuinely. "He means the same to the both of us, but I know how much it would kill you to part with him. I had to get you something fer your birthday, and this is really all I could think of, at least what might actually mean somethin' to you."
"My birthday?" Bo stated in confusion, then remembered that it had already passed him by without it phasing him that it had. "Huh, I guess I forgot. Shoot Luke, my birthday was weeks ago. It doesn't matter anymore."
Luke looked at his cousin as he answered firmly, "Yeah it does matter, Bo. It's just that… well, you were in a coma then. After everything's that's happened, after all you've been through and us worrying that you weren't going to make it, we all kind of forgot, until now at least. We're having a celebration tonight when we get back home. Don't you dare tell Uncle Jesse and Daisy that I ruined the surprise for you. I just wanted to give this to you now, while we were alone together and before all the excitement."
Seeing the pain that appeared on Luke's face when he mentioned the trouble that happened between them and the escaped convict nearly three months ago, Bo spoke up again saying, "I didn't realize all that was still bothering you. I should have, I'm sorry, but it's like I've told you, Luke, I don't blame you, so you need to stop punishing yourself for what he did. Benson's back behind bars, I'm alive and well, and I'm…"
"Still not recovered," Luke interrupted in frustration. "You still refuse to talk about the things he put you through with anyone, including yer kin and it's causing you to have nightmares. Don't think I haven't noticed."
"I noticed, but I promise you Luke, I'm fine," Bo replied as he handed the paper back over to his cousin, who placed it inside the glove compartment for safekeeping. "You really need to quit blaming yerself for what you had no control over and you know that."
Luke nodded and smiled, then responded, "Yeah, I know that. Let's get on over to Cooter's. Hopefully he'll have the paint we need on hand."
Bo laughed as he answered, "I don't see how he couldn't, seeing as we come to him for a touch up at least twice a month thanks to both Rosco and Cletus."
"Ain't that the truth," Luke replied as he laughed as well when they pulled up to the garage in town and saw their oldest friend walking out to greet them.
"Howdy boys!" the mechanic called out as both Bo and Luke climbed out of the windows, then walked to stand with their friend. "It looks like you gone and got the General a bit scuffed up again. Who was it this time, Rosco or Cletus?"
Luke smiled as he responded, "Who do you think? Rosco of course. Do you got some paint on hand?"
Cooter leaned down to take a look at the scratches and then answered, "Of course I've got it. How long have you known me for? I can paint him, but I think yer goin' to be needing a little body work done too, to buff out a few of these dents in him too."
"Yeah, we noticed that, but we ain't exactly got the money for it all right now," Bo replied in frustration as he ran his hand through his thick, blond hair.
"Don't you worry about the money none," their friend quickly responded as he stood again and smiled. "It's on the house, my gift to you for your birth… I mean… uh…"
Luke chuckled as he said quickly, "Don't worry, Cooter. I already spoiled the surprise. Bo knows all about the party we're throwing for him tonight. You'll be there, right?"
The mechanic grinned as he answered, "A pack of wild dogs or bulls couldn't keep me away. I'll be there. Will there be a cake?"
"Of course," Luke replied again. "Daisy's making it and Uncle Jesse's making one of Bo's favorites, posse stew."
"What's that?" Cooter asked, not having had the opportunity to try that meal of Jesse's before.
Bo responded, "You'll see when you get to our place later. And thanks, Cooter."
Their closest friend took Bo's hand in a shake and answered, "You've got it, Bo. Why don't you two boys take my truck home and I'll bring the General with me when I come over, all fixed up like he was brand new?"
"That sounds like a plan," Luke replied, then he and Bo got into the truck and drove away, heading home to where their Uncle Jesse and Daisy were finishing with the final preparations for the night's celebration ahead.
"Don't worry about them knowing that you and now Cooter have both ruined the surprise," Bo said as they continued driving. "I promise that I'll do my best to act like I haven't a clue. I'm no John Wayne or any other actor, but I think I can pretend well enough."
Luke nodded, then noticed Bo looking at him and stated in confusion, "What?"
Bo responded worryingly, "Nothing. I mean, you're not planning on leaving home anytime soon are you?"
"Nope, I plan on sticking around," Luke answered in sincerity. "At least until Uncle Jesse can't stand you and me any longer. Then, we'll both go and rejoin the Nascar circuit together. We're going to be right up at the top with Richard Petty one day."
"I like the sound of that," Bo replied with a smile, then turned back to the road ahead.