Chapter One

 

Chance sipped her coffee as she sat on the steps of the Hazzard county medical offices and regarded her payment from her last patient. Mr. Gerson's son had broken his arm and Chance had reset and plastered it. Basic stuff really, but the local farmer had no money to give to Chance for service. So the next day, he brought his payment to Chance.

 

..his payment that was now munching on the rosebushes surrounding the office building.

 

Chance sighed and rested her chin in her cupped hand. What the heck was she gonna do with a goat? But Chance hadn’t the heart to turn the gift away, knowing that money didn’t flow well in Hazzard but pride did.

 

Truth be told, the medical offices were in trouble. Income wasn’t flowing like Chance thought it would. State grants kept operating expenses down but the medical equipment needed badly upgraded and replaced. If Chance didnt come into some money soon, she would have to cut back something.

 

One thing she wouldn’t cut though, was her new assistant, Kristy Duke, who was probably the best thing that happened to the medical office since Chance took over. She was bright, hard-working and wonderful with patients. Plus the added bonus she made a great pot of coffee, probably Chance's worst vice.

 

Kristy's mind was filled with the morning's events of waking up her two children and getting them ready for day care when she walked into the local medical building where she works. This morning had been filled with the normal routine of waking Jamie and Shay up before waking up her lazy brother before being able to fix anything for breakfast. Though something about this morning's routine had seemed fuller of children's innocent laughter than she could remember hearing for a long time now.

 

"Good morning Dr. Walker," Kristy says throwing her small leather black purse under her old chestnut desk where she looks up at Chance to see the worry etched into the doctor's face, "What's wrong?. . .Here let me get a pot of coffee goin' for ya and you can tell me what is bothering you." Kristy lets a brief moment of silence to enter among them as she moves to the coffee pot, "I like your goat out there...he have a name?"

 

"Thank you, Kristy. That goat...” Chance said, jerking her head towards the yard. "...is the payment Jon Gerson owed the medical office for his son's arm." She grinned apologetically. "I guess I should put a sign up front. 'Payment Due Cash, check or livestock." Chance shrugged into her lab coat and hung her stethoscope around her neck. "Tomorrow’s gonna be a busy day. There are two races coming to Hazzard next week, one stockcar and one motorcycle. Entries begin tomorrow.  I got a head's up from Cooter. Both requiring a physical from the drivers. So we're gonna get half of the county in here, including your cousins probably."

 

"You know it," Kristy lets off a grin at the doctor, "they wouldn't miss a race if their life depended on it. . .but hey. . .it gives Luke a reason to come in. . ." Kristy smiles at the doctor once more as the coffee machine begins to make gurgling noises.

 

"Giving your cousin a physical would certainly brighten my day, even if I do have to keep it on a professional level." Chance grinned mischievously. "By the way, since the goat won't fit the decor in my apartment, you think your Uncle Jesse could take that thing off my hands?"

 

Kristy glances out at the goat who nibbles care free upon the small grass, his smooth soft fur is spotted in large spots of black and white, his light brown horns makes a perfect curve. "Ahhh Chance," Kristy smiles, "but he's just too cute! You can't say that you intend to get rid of him. . .he could be your mascot."

 

"Where would I put him? Besides, I don't meld well with farm animals, too much city upbringing I guess. Tell you what, I'll swap one of Daisy's home cooked meals for him. Her cooking is worth it." Chance's version of cooking usually included a frozen meal and a microwave...or a pizza delivery.

 

"Well perhaps for you it is," Kristy shrugs before changing the subject, "Talking about races...you say a motorcycle race? Why don't you enter it with your bike? I mean you could race for this here clinic...your winnings could come in handy."

 

Chance considered this. "I've never ran my bike in a race before, I wouldn’t know the first thing." But Kristy was right, the winning would seriously help the medical offices.

 

"There's no problem there," Kristy shrugs to be given a glare from Chance, "No really. . .my brother was in a dirt bike race before...and won. That was Bo. On the other hand, my other brother, Garrett has his own motorcycle and knows almost anything there is to know about motorcycles and racing. If you don't mind working with Garrett..."

 

"I never mind working with your family, Kris." The Duke family had welcomed Chance with open arms in Hazzard. "How's this? How about after work I'll bring the goat over around supper and I'll talk to your brothers."

 

"If that is what you want. . .it was just an idea," Kristy replies, " and I am sure Jesse would love the goat."

 

***

 

True to her word, Chance arrived at the Duke Farm in her Bronco after the medical office closed bearing the goat in her backseat. The place as usually was crawling with Dukes; Jesse, Daisy, Bo, Luke, Kristy, Garrett and Kristy's two children, ten month old Shay and 4 year old Jamie. The crowd usually made for chaotic time at supper, except when Uncle Jesse gave the blessing, at that time all was quiet.

 

"Y'all hear of that race going on?" Bo asks to break the silence as Kristy hands the plate of potatoes to her boss while taking the dish of chicken from Daisy, "the General's gonna come in first...leaving anyone else in it's dust!"

 

"You wish," Garrett snaps in between chewing on food, "my car will eat  yours for lunch!"

 

"Boys enough," Jesse says to bring silence to the table once again, "You see we've got company. How's things at the clinic, Chance?"

 

Chance knew there was no point lying to Jesse Duke. "Truthfully, Jesse. The medical equipment is in severe need to upgrades and even replacements. Some of Applby's stuff was current when I started med school. The state grants I managed to get are just enough to cover operating expenses. And.." Chance pointed to the goat that was chomping near the farmhouse "cash money in Hazzard is hard to come by.  That's why I'm thinking of entering the motorcycle race myself."

 

"OOO a woman motorcycle racer!" Bo says with wild eyes only to get an evil glare from Daisy across the table. Bo lets off a care free shrug, "well it's a first in Hazzard."

 

Chance's glare joined Daisy's "I'm gonna remember that when you come in for your physical tomorrow. And I happen to be riding my cycle for 6 years now, just never in a race. Which is why I would like to talk to you and Garrett about racing."

 

"Oh? You threaten me one second," Bo  chimes in, "the next second you want to talk to me?"

 

"Maybe I need to talk to someone who knows what they're talking about then, like Garrett." Chance teased.

 

"Like I don't?" Bo is seriously insulted by the doctor's comments, "Fine pick my brother...figured ya would seeing how he is as city as you seem to be."

 

"Alright, you two knock it off." Jesse cut in. "Dr. Walker, Bo didnt mean anything by what he said, and Bo, Chance has kind to this family, first helping Shay and then giving Kristy a job, I think the least we can do is help her with the medical office."

 

"Jesse's right, I think we could show a little Duke gratitude." Luke added.

 

"You're just saying that cause she's your girlfriend, Luke. Like you were saying you don't mind getting a physical if it's from Chance." Bo said, still sullen at being chastised by Jesse.

 

"Real cute, cuz," Luke says glaring at his cousin.

 

"And as for Kristy's job...well she is the one that forced Kristy to loose her other job," Bo jabs in farther, "it's only fair she gives her a job." he goes silent. "I didn't mean nothing by it...just she's the first she that raced motorcycles here.

 

"Alright, for the sake of friendship, I'm sorry too, Bo. " Chance said, for her part, looking a little ashamed. "I get a little quick on the draw when people challenge what I can do, guess one of the drawbacks of being a doctor, You think you can do anything."

 

"Good. It’s settled then." The Dukes went back to their meal. When Jesse spoke, the deal was made...like it or not.

 

***

(written out of sheer boredom)

 

The next morning proved to be as busy as Chance had planned. Between the motorcycle and car races, every hotshot driver in Hazzard was in for a physical, on top of Chance's scheduled patients. By the time 4PM came along, Chance plopped herself down in one of the reception area chairs and let out a sigh. "If I have to look at one more patient today... I swear, All of Hazzard county and half of Chickasaw was through here today." She rubbed her eyes and stretched her long legs out before her. She had sent Kristy home about an hour before, letting the woman get back to the farm in time to help make supper for her children. No sense making them both stay late, Kristy had a family to look to, after all, and Chance had no such obligation.

 

She had taken her cycle across the street to Cooter's before work for a tune-up and some an once-over by Hazzard county lone mechanic.  If she was going to do this race, her cycle was going to be a top condition. Not that it was anything otherwise, the apple red Honda was a graduation gift to herself for gaining a much sought after residency at the Atlanta ER. Chance wasn't afraid to admit that cycle was her baby as much as the General Lee was Bo and Luke's. Except, of course, Chance did not know anything about mechanics. She left Cooter with the promise that if he didn't tell her what he was going to do with her bike, she wouldn’t tell him how her latest surgery went.

 

Deciding to have a quick supper before any more patients arrived, Chance made herself a sandwich and coffee and brought them out onto the front porch to eat. However, she barely stepped onto the porch when her foot stuck something. Chance barely caught herself on the doorframe, sandwich plate and cup balancing precariously. She looked down to see what tripped her.

 

A large calico cat was staring up at her, sitting calming almost on top of Chance's toes. Scowling down at the feline intruder, Chance said. "Do you mind? We're closed for supper." The cat, apparently, didn't mind as it began washing itself. Bemused at this, Chance carefully stepped over the cat and sat on the front swing to have her meal.

 

Half a sandwich and most of her coffee later, Chance found herself the object of intense study. The calico was lying in a patch of sun, front legs tucked underneath her,  staring at the unfinished portion of her sandwich. "You want this?" She inquired. The cat chirped, not a meow, but a chirp. Taking this as a yes, Chance set plate down on the floor. The cat immediately began devouring the sandwich, purring contently at the same time. Chance continued to sip her coffee and watch the cat. She hadn’t had a pet since she was a kid in Atlanta, she had had a dark grey cat named Otis. She had loved that cat to the end. After that, she had gone to college and then never had time for a cat, or had apartments that didnt allow them. Still musing on that old memory, Chance scooped up the now empty plate opened the door to her building, intending to get caught up on paperwork. The cat, however, didn't intend on being left behind and squeezed between Chance's legs and into the building.

 

"Hey!" Chance frowned at the cat, who was making herself comfortable on one of the reception area chairs, her paws kneading the overstuffed fabric. Chance looked into her deep green eyes and suddenly found herself unable to turn the stray away. "Oh alright, you can stay awhile, but then you go out." The cat chirped again and laid its head down on the seat. Chance smirked at the sleeping feline. "You're welcome."

 

Almost an hour later, the Luke and Bo made their appearance at the office door. The cat merely opened one eye and then closed it again at their arrival.

 

"You getting into vet service too now, Chance? I don't business has been bad but..." Bo teased, leaning over to scratch behind the calico's ears. "What's its name?"

 

"No idea. She just made herself at home." Chance frowned. "Where's Garrett? I thought he was coming with you?"

 

"He'll be along shortly." Luke explained. "He saw your bike at Cooter's and went over to have a let see for himself."

 

Chance winced at the thought. "Lord, How many pieces was it in?"

 

"One, so far."

 

"Great. Well, Shall we?" Chance indicated a sweep of her arm to her office.

 

Bo's physical was fairly standard. No surprise there. Most of the Duke clan was in near perfect health, except for an occasional case of raging hormones in the males of the family in the presence of a pretty girl. But Chance figured early on that only the Lord above could help them there.

 

"Well, You're fit, Bo." Chance concluded, jotting her notes down on her clipboard "probably because you throw so many." That remark earned her a glare from the younger Duke. "Ok, handsome, you're next." She pointed to Luke with her pen.

 

Ok, Chance admitted to herself. Her professionalism was probably being stretched a bit, having her boyfriend sitting on her bench, clad in just blue jeans. (since Chance had both boys’ remove their shoes to weigh them and their shirts to check their breathing.) But she managed to go through the motions of the physical while keeping a straight face, probably in most part for the fact that Bo was watching this whole exchange with the greatest of amusement.

 

Chance placed the stethoscope against Luke's chest. "Breath deep. Pretend like we're alone." She instructed. Luke looked like he wasn't amused by that wisecrack and Bo was choking on his laugh. "You're fine." Chance finally said, finished with her exam.

 

"Just 'fine', huh?"

 

"Don't push me, darling. I'm in no mood."

 

Just then, Garrett came rushing in, grinning. "Chance, you have GOT to see what Cooter has done to your bike!"

 

"Oh Lord, now what?" Without waiting for the Dukes, Chance hurried outside and across the street. Cooter had her motorcycle sitting out by the street. Chance looked at it suspiciously, it didn't seem any different to her. Very carefully, Chance asked. "What did you do?"

 

"Only made sure you have this race won is what." Cooter was smiling like a kid with a new toy. "I supped this baby so much you could fly her to the moon."

 

"Just what I need."

 

By this time, Bo and Luke had caught up with Chance. Inspecting the bike, Bo frowned. "Is that a NOS tank you have there?"

 

"Yep, I thought it would give it that extra kick."

 

"Or blow me to smithereens. You DO know what happens when nitrous oxide hits heat, right?" Chance didn't feel too sure about riding at what equaled a combustive engine combined with explosive gas.

 

"Aw, Heck, Chance, you don't have gas in that there tank for more than a quick burst of speed."

 

"or a nice incendiary explosion."

 

***

 

"I've seen what happens when those things go wrong...up close. I want it off, Cooter."

 

"Awww, but Chance..."

 

"No buts, No NOS, get me?"

 

"Chance, you think you may have a chance with just your driving skills." Luke pointed out. "But every little bit helps."

 

"Well, I don't think..."

 

Cooter interrupted her. "Look, Doc, Why don't you take her for a test spin, and if she blows up in your face, I won’t charge you for the repair."

 

"Oh, That’s a comforting thought." Chance looked from the faces of her friends to the bike. " Alright. Let me close up shop and I'll give her a go." Chance sighed and looked heavenward. She crossed the street and locked the offices up. The calico cat was still fast asleep on the chair. When she returned to the garage, Luke was pulling on her spare helmet.

 

"Where do you think you're going?"

 

"I'm coming with you. If something does go wrong, you're going to need something who can try and fix it.."

 

Chance put her hands on her hips. "Luke Duke, if say one word about needing a man around to fix things, I'll brain you, I swear."

 

"I wasn't the one who smacked her hand with a hammer yesterday while trying to hang a picture in her office."

 

"Alright, you two. You can flirt later. Let's see what this baby can do!" Cooter cut in.

 

Chance fired the engine and the motorcycle roared to life. Even Chance had to admit to the surge of power the machine had now. Pulling on her own helmet, Chance waited for Luke to join her and took off. Once out of the town, where traffic was clearer, Chance let the Honda's throttle out. She watched cautiously as the cycle's speedometer slowly climbed. Chance couldn’t help but enjoy the power the Honda was showing, she loved motorcycles for the speed and the thrill, and although she would never admit it, having Luke hanging on to her waist as definitely an added bonus.

 

Chance took the Honda past the Boar's Nest. It didn't take for the sound of Rosco's siren to reach her ears, Chance glanced as Rosco pulled out of the parking lot and started after her. She started to go for the brakes, but hesitated. What better way to test the motorcycle than try it against the Hazzard county sheriff?  It wasn't as if outrunning Rosco with his speed traps wasn't a Hazzard tradition anyhow. She glanced back to Luke and motioned her intentions. He nodded in agreement.

 

Leaning over the handlebars, Chance let out the gas. The Honda started to pull away from the patrol car. But Chance's head came up fast seen Enos's patrol appeared a bit ahead of them in a roadblock. Blast it all! Chance thought, now she would no choice but stop. Easing on the brakes, Chance felt Luke tapped her shoulder. He pointed to the NOS switch and then to a slight dip in the road next to the deputy's car. Chance knew what he was thinking. Not giving herself time to think of what she was about to do, Chance hit the accelerator hit and pointed the cycle to the slope. Ignoring Enos’s frantic waves, Chance hit the NOS as the Honda hit the incline and the motorcycle was instantly airborne. Landing behind the patrol car, Chance could only imagine that confusion she and Luke left. Looking back, Chance saw indeed that their tactic surprised Rosco into taking his patrol into the side panel of Enos's car. Cooter owes me some for adding to his business today, Chance thought amused.

 

They arrived back at Cooter's a short while later and tell their tale to their friend, which gave them all a good laugh. Dusty and gritty from the Hazzard back roads, Chance grinned at Cooter. "Ok, the NOS tanks stays." Bo let out a rebel yell as Luke clapped the mechanic on the shoulder.

 

It was after dusk when Chance reentered the office. She had stayed at Cooter's garage for a cold cola while listening the boys talk shop, not really understand any of it, but it was entertaining to watch four grown men talk about cars and motorcycles as if they were oversized toys. Finally, having enough for one day, Chance said her goodbyes with the promise to pick her bike up the next day.

 

Halfway to the stairs, Chance was stopped by a familiar chirp. The forgotten calico cat was watching her from a spot on the steps.  Chance shook her head at the animal and picked her up, intending to throw her out. "Ok, you have to go now." The calico however, purred and rubbed her head under Chance's chin. She sighed. "Oh Alright, you can stay the night, but in the morning you really have to go." Cat in arms, Chance went upstairs and to bed.

 

As promised, Chance headed over to Cooter to get her bike the next morning. She had left the cat sleeping contently on bed. Chance had a feeling she was in trouble in that regard and she had just been adopted by the stray.

 

Cooter was shoulder deep in a pickup when Chance came over. He frowned. "What you need, Chance?"

 

"What I need is my bike, Cooter. Where is it?"

 

Cooter's eyes widened. "You mean you don't have it? It was gone this morning, I figured you took it early."

 

"What do you mean it’s gone? I don't have it!" But Cooter was right, the Honda was gone.

 

Less than an hour later, Rosco was showing his usual police skills at he questioned Chance and Cooter about the missing motorcycle. Rosco was still sore at Chance for escaping his speed trap the day before, so he balancing between accusing the doctor and the mechanic of hiding the cycle so Rosco wouldn't impound it and accusing "them Dukes" of stealing it. "Them Dukes", by the way, arrived a few minutes after Rosco, Cooter had called them once it become obvious the sheriff was going to be as much help as a stockcar without tires or an engine.

 

After Rosco left, Bo turned to Chance. "What I don't get is who would even know you decided to run the race? I mean, you only told us and Cooter about it."

 

Luke looked thoughtful. "Rosco got a good look at the cycle yesterday. You think Boss stole it to keep you from participating?"

 

Chance shook her head. "But Why? He isn't running a cycle either so there's no threat of competition there."

 

"That wouldn’t stop Boss, he's got your number ever since you threatened to have Lulu put him on a strict diet."

 

Meanwhile, Rosco headed over to Boss's office at the Boar's Nest. He opened the office door and sure enough, Chance's Honda sat the center of the office. "Boss" He said, squeezing between the motorcycle and the desk. "I don't get why you had me confiscate this here bike. I mean, you don't plan on running anything in that cycle race on Sunday."

 

"That's right, Rosco. And if you used a smidgen of that brain you claim you got, you'd remember that Dr. Walker came to me some weeks ago trying to find county money to her upgrade her medical machines."

 

"Which you didnt give her."

 

"Which I didnt give her." Hogg agreed. "However, I have it on good authority that, according to federal health standards, she has to keep her office equipment current, or risked being shut down. So no money, so medical office."

 

"But Boss, Hazzard needs a doctor and the closest one is in Chickasaw, other than Appleby and he's retired now."

 

"I know that, dipstick, I've already spoken with several doctors who are more...inclined to my point of view of the health of Hazzard County."

 

"Oh khee, you gonna buy yourself a doctor!"

 

"Yeah Imagine the possibilities. All that state grant money coming in. Not to mention charging whatever I want for medical services and prescriptions. And an added bonus, we can frame the theft on the Dukes."

 

"Oh, imagine the look at the city-slicker's face when we cuff n stuff her boyfriend for stealing her motorcycle!"

 

Back in town, Chance, Cooter and the Dukes were still discussing the disappearance of the Honda.  Despite this disastrous turn of events, Chance still had to open the office, just in case someone needed her services. Crossing the street with her, Luke and Bo still debated who could be the thief. Chance unlocked the front door and stepped inside.

 

Entering the medical offices, Luke found his feet suddenly tangled with something. The calico cat had tried to twine itself around his legs as he stepped though the door. Trying to save himself from a fall, Luke caught himself and collided with Chance, and had to wrap his arms around her to keep them both from falling. Once steady, Luke looked down at the cat, grinning and in no hurry to release Chance.

 

"I like this cat already."

 

The calico chirped.

 

Chance, however, was in no mood to be overly friendly. "Oh, go blow up an outhouse." Luke looked and BO and shrugged.

 

"Look, Chance, I know you're disappointed about not being able to use the extra money. But even if worse comes to worse, the office will just to wait for any improvements. There's no need to be this upset."

 

Chance leaned against her desk, crossing her arms in front of her. "Actually, we have a bigger problem then just not winning the race. Without this money, I'll have to shut down the office."

 

Both boys looked stunned. Luke spoke up first. "WHAT? What do you mean, 'shut down'?"

 

"Well, every time a doctor opens an office, a state health inspector comes in. He was...a little disappointed with the age and condition of the equipment I currently have. Basically, He told me I have six weeks to refit the place or the health board will close me...permanently."

 

"Why didn't you tell us earlier?" Bo asked.

 

Luke frowned. "Where else does that report go?"

 

"Ummm. There’s the state office in Atlanta, the health review board and..." now Chance's eyes widened. "and the county commissioner's office."

 

Bo and Luke looked at each over and grinned. "Bingo."

 

***

 

Back at the Duke Farm, Uncle Jesse was finishing up chores. He just needed to feed the chickens, check for eggs and...he stopped dead in his tracks. Inside the Duke barn, the Honda lay...in pieces. It looked like a broken toy some giant child had taken apart. Hurrying back to the house, Jesse grabbed the CB "Shepherd to Lost Sheep, you better get back to the farm right quick and bring Chance with y'all."

 

It didn't take long for the General Lee with the Dukes and Chance inside to arrive at the farm. Chance got one look at her dismembered motorcycle and paled. Squatting down, she survived the damage. The Honda was in at least a half dozen pieces. No way could Cooter put her back together in time for the race. She looked up at the Luke, Bo and Jesse. "Why was it here?"

 

Before either of the Dukes could answer, Rosco's patrol car came roaring up to the barn. Rosco stepped out of the vehicle. "Alright you Dukes, I caught you red-handed this time. With the evidence AND a witness."

 

"What are you talking about, Rosco?"

 

"Well, Jit Jit, As I see it, Dr. Walker here reported her bike stolen this morning, and here is the bike, such as it is, on your property, that means you stole it."

 

"Now wait just a minute!"

 

"Dr. Walker, Did you not tell me your bike was gone this morning?"

 

"Yes, but.."

 

"And that only the Dukes knew about you being in the race?"

 

"Well, I..."

 

"There, you see. With that testimony, you Dukes have no case."

 

Chance was fuming at this point. "Rosco, I will not bring charges up against the Dukes."

 

But old Rosco had an ace up his sleeve yet. "Well, What if I told you that Luke here told Cooter that he didn't want you to run in the race?"

 

"WHAT?!"

 

"...that he thought it was too dangerous and he do ANYTHING to keep you from racing."

 

Swinging her eyes to Luke, Chance demanded. "Is this true?"

 

"Chance, that was before I knew about your office. You can't believe I would..."

 

"I can take care of myself! How dare you..."

 

"Hush! All of you!"

 

In the few moments of distraction between the arguments between Luke and Chance, and Rosco trying to play referee, Bo took the opportunity to back and release the parking brake on the patrol car. The car started a slow slide backwards.

 

"Uh, Rosco, you car.." Jesse pointed behind the sheriff. Rosco glances back at the car's slow retreat and let out a "Khee!" and took off after it.

 

Luke grabbed Chance's arm and started for the General Lee. "C'mon!"

 

The doctor yanked her arm back. "I'm not going anywhere with you!" Chance said, still peeved at Luke.

 

Unfortunately, Luke didn't give her a choice. Chance was the only witness, not to mention the victim of the supposed theft, and he and Bo wasn't about to leave her to Rosco and Hogg at the moment. She was mad enough too just maybe listen to them. Chance yelped as Luke hefted her up and pushed her into the General. Chance wasn't thrilled to be hoisted around like a sack of grain and let the boys know that.

 

"How would you feel if you found the General Lee laying disassembled on my office floor? I should let Rosco arrest you two just for the principle!"

 

"Now Chance..."

 

"Luke, you don't even talk to me right now! I don't care for that 'I'm the man so I know best' country attitude of yours. I should deck you for not thinking I could run that race."

 

"Darling, I was only looking out for your best interest. I mean, a wreck in a stockcar, you at least have a steel frame around you, on a motorcycle, there’s nothing to protect you. And I didn't know how much you needed the money then."

 

"Look, you're not my father, preacher or husband, not that being any of those would stop me,  you can just stay the hell out of my personal life!"

 

Bo interrupted them. "Hey, you two, as fascinating as conversation is , we still have a problem."

 

Luke nodded and turned his attention back to the outraged doctor. "Look, Chance, do you really think we would let us lose your office?"

 

"Well.." Chance sighed and shook her head. "Well, No. But what can we do about it now? The Honda's in pieces and the race was the best chance I had for some hard cash."

 

"You're still gonna win that race." Luke picked up the CB. "Lost Sheep to Shepherd. Uncle Jesse, grab those cycle parts and head for Cooter's. We gotta get that bike back together before Sunday."

 

"Sorry, Luke, gonna be kinda hard to do. Rosco's already taken the bike pieces as 'evidence'."

 

"Dang, look, lets meet at Chance's office. Maybe together we can figure a way out of this mess."