Lukas_KD

Nice idea, Bo, but I don't know how long we'll be here. I was thinkin' of tyin' her to one of those cots... then takin' turns keeping watch and getting a little sleep outselves. Never know when we might get called back into the action. *a long look at the dusty old mattress, then to our captive... then a slight sigh* Even though I'm mad at her, I'm still a Duke... Bo, toss our rattiest blanket over that there cot in the corner, then cut a couple, say, three-foot lengths off that rope.

*stepping inside carefully, glancing down to check for any gaps in the floor, then pushing Daney ahead of me again* It'll do. Would ya get that rope outta the trunk, cousin? We'll truss her up, then set up camp.

*unaware of the events unfolding at another cabin in a different corner of the woods, I climb out of the Charger after a short, cautious look around, satisfying myself that we are indeed alone - not in the apparent company of bank robbers, moonshiners, or whoever else might lurk in such a place as this - other than Dukes. I bend to reach back in, grabbing ahold of Daney's jacket, not willing to give her the space to run, and hold on while she climbs out. I wait then for Bo to lead the way toward the old cabin, once Jesse's in his youth, then I follow behind, keeping Daney securely between us and in my grasp* Watch for critters in there. *spoken to my cousin with a deceptive ease*

*a sideways look... Duke curiosity about "investigation" niggling, but I fight it back; it don't have bearing on the here and now, and I don't particularly want to get into that kind of conversation* It'll wait. It'll have to wait. As for "they", if you're talking about Coltranes and Co., I'm sure they're just fine. *lack of news often being good news, in Brian's case...* Just cool your engine and sit.

*glancing sideways at the slightly-younger woman, one eyebrow just half raised... considering her, wondering what she'll do next... I can't get a fix on her direction of thought or anything, much as I might try - even her comments about the radio seem random. In response to her head-nudge, I give a slight grunt, not really caring one way or the other... sitting with my arm up just seems a good position to avoid crowding us all in... and makes it easier for a fast grab if need be*

*little smile... rather evil really, not feeling particularly like being nice at the moment either* Sounds good. Let's get outta here and set up a place where we can wait for Brian.

*a mirthless smirk, replacing the mic more neatly and then casually resting an arm across the back of the front seat... easy to grab Daney at a moment's notice* Sure is. Radios don't like all the iron in that ridge.

*a moment's thought* Do we have food? If not, we should get a few cans of somethin'. Might be playing jailers for a little while.

Can't see a reason why not. Nice and isolated. *small tight smile, glancing out the window, though all other senses warily still focused on our current captive, not trusting her not to make a break for it - I would*

*fingers tapping against my thigh as Bo takes the General Lee out of town, thinking about where to go. Out of town, certainly, where Daney can't easily get ahold of a faster means of escape than her own two feet. But... hm. I glance briefly toward Bo* That old cabin up on Razorback Mountain. It still there, or has it come down? *I ain't been there for nigh on three years, I'd reckon...*

*rolling over with a short groan, pushing myself up from the asphalt to my knees, then straightening that way, wiping grit from stinging palms onto my jeans with a glance to the Doc* Oh, feel free *spat... then a deeper breath taken* Thanks, Chance. I guess we know what side she's on for sure now, don't we? *tossing a glance over my shoulder toward Brian and Alex*

*swearing sharp and hard, giving a single hop in the first stride of a run, but then regaining my stride, sprinting after the short-legged girl as quick as I possibly can, hollering, just in case he could get near enough* Bo....!! *one arm manages to reach out and catch at the back of Daney's jacket then, fingers slipping, then a fierce leap managing a fingertip-grasp, just enough to haul her back and to the side, both Dukes tumbling to the pavement rolling hard enough to leave abrasions... the older, male, of the two furiously grabbing at Daney's leg again as she tries to scramble away*

MaryAnne can take care of herself. *stated with a calm that's close to icy... glancing out ahead to see Bo's already started the General up, and using a firm grip to aim Daney in that direction with a final glance toward Brian, Alex, and Garrett to make sure they've gotten out alright* And Chet's locked in a jail cell. I ain't too worried about them right now.

*slight smile, watching* We'll try.

*an open snort of amusement, wry, at the idea of having to spank Daney... though the "grown woman" phease that first came to mind may or may not be apt. Grasping Daney's upper arm, I manuever her around the end of a bed closer toward the door and Bo, though pausing back a safe distance away from Brian and Garrett*

*quick nod, crooking a finger at Daney, giving her a chance to come easily* C'mon. Let's get going, girl.

*having been watching from by the door, now giving a slight nod, turning a steady, calculating stare on Daney... and a very slight smile* She ain't goin' nowheres, Brian. Where do you want her; here? *even if it is a bit hard to watch the other men racing off into danger when two of them are still badly injured...*

This is Brian talking. *joking back*

*short laugh* Ouch. Don't think he'll wanna submit to that, too well.

*double-checking the straps once Alex steps back, having been requested... giving each one a tug, tucking one end a bit tighter under itself, circling the bed to make sure both ends are out of the reach of Garrett's hands* No hard feelings, Garrett. *tight smile* Need to make sure you stay out of trouble.

*stepping back, glancing to Brian again with a very slight smirk, waiting to see just what he has in mind... I know well how devious he can be*

*looking at Brian with a slightly tilted head... then an "ahhh" expression... glancing over with slightly-narrowed eyes, a hint of plotting... strolling over to Garrett's bed then, giving him a brief slight smile - and using both hands to pin his arms, and thereby his body, to the firm surface beneath*

*glancing to Brian as well, eyebrow lifted, curious at that*

*relaxing with a wry smile* That I can stand behind... a good bit of mischief.

*walking in, in time to hear this... glancing back and forth briefly, quickly, wary. Too many innocent animals have been lost to punish Chet, in past* You wouldn't actually...