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Hilery looks at Brian and balls over in laughter. "hey coltrane, i think you done confessed!" Hilery said falling over in a fit of giggles.

"My way would cause even less damage than that," Hilery says musing. "Infact, in the end on my idea, the cell would be 100% opperational again," she adds from her post on the steps. "Just use a blow torch to get the lock cover off, adn then remove the lcok, and change it."

"Why don't you guys just try lubricating the lock? Or you could take a saw to the bars, then welt them back into place and no one is none the wiser. Or you could do what isuggested before, take a blow torch to the lock cover, remove it, and then just change the lock.. the latter after releasin brian." Hilery says enjoying the spectacle as her cats climbed into Brians cell. One stayed in, while the other two began trying to ease everyone's agrivation, not straying too far incase of a hastey retreate being needed. They knew Brian probably wouldn't mind the cmpany, and if he did, he could just set them in the window where they were.

"i wonder if the Hazzard County sheriffs Department has been remembering to lubricate the locks on the regular basis. That could be why the lock keeps sticking, and now won't budge. I remember how my bicycle lock used to do that if it wasn't lubricated regularly... and it froze a few times too ... adn i broke both the keys in it and someone had to use a chisle and a hammer to break it so i could get my bike ... yeah, how bout y'all try lubricating it with some oil ... or some WD 40... just never put it on teh bottom of a sled, I made that mastaek once on a plastic one," Hilery says thinking aloud and cringes. "not smart especially going down a huge hill with trees at the bottom... or a fence. But try lubricating the lock ... oh and Brian, might wanna look out the window," Hilery adds seeing the latest spectators in Brians ordeal. 3 kitty cats. Good ol' Boots, (the red and white), the black cat Scooter aka Scoot, and Catcat, the white kitty were sitting just outside the sheriffs office jsut close enough to Brians window to be touched, waiting to see if Brian would say Hello, or if they would be invited in, or just ignored.

"Speaking of comics, did you enjoy the ones I had Miz Tisdale deliver to y'all?" Hilery asked. "I hope you did. And Brian, I prefere fishing to jail, no offense, though, when you get to annoy the deputies while you're in there, that's fun."

"Eh hem," Hilery Davenport said clearing her throat. "i'm not speciallist but you got two choices from what i can see. If Brian didn't gain no weight while he was in there you could try one of the Duke's old escapes and use Cooter's tow truck to yank the bars off hte winder, which would cost a repair bill ... and boss would possibly go after us Davenports to pay for it because we'd be helping, OR we could use a blow torch and a screw driver to take the lock appart because the last I checked it couldn' be done just with a screwdriver for the lacking of visible screws, and then you could simply fool with the innards of the lock, preferably remove them. In the end you could easily replace the locking mechanism, and teh problems in the future with not being able to get criminals er um, parollees out will be history. But then again, what do I know, I'm just a mechanic," Hilery says shrugging. "but Brian, it's nice to see you made parole ... now they just need to get you out," Hilery says chuckling. "I know soem folks are missing you a lot. they been asking others nonstop if folks miss ya... and i thnk i speak for almost everyone when i says we all do. Believe me, we've both had some interesting talks about your past stories, and I miss the money Cooter and I were making from you bringing diablo in for my Cuz to work on ... and money from us letting you work on him in the garage," Hilery said grinning. "I hope MaryAnne and company can get you out though. and if y'all need a blow torch, just ask. Cooter has one." Hilery says finishing, then sits down behind MaryAnne's desk and goes to put her feet up then thinks better of it so she sits back on the steps in the bookingroom. "Good Luck."

Just then.... "I hope I ain't interupting anything, but I got a package for MaryAnne Coltrane and her outlaw cousin, Brian Coltrane. Cooter's younger second cousin, Hilery sent over a package of comic books for the two of you." Miss tisdale said smiling. "Being's it's not postage though, I guess I could just give it to you. I owe the girl a favor." she told them and gave the package to Maryanne. "She said the two of you probably needed osmething to pass the time, well you know, the time of you looking over Brian, and Brian sitting in teh cell, though, they would probably be nice in teh future if Brian gets arrested again if you decide to let him out Maryanne." The tisdale said. "Now, if you don't mind, you and Rosco can carry on your conversation about whether you are going to let him out of jail or not, because my lunch break is nearly over and I still haven't gotten my sandwich, and shriff, nice to see you back," she said and left the booking room. (sorry for posting it now, i been debating whether I should be nice and give MA and Brian reading material or not LoL, finally decided to do it. and Rosco, are you teh same one from prelude to mass confusion? I really likethat fic, and the rosco who did that did it perfectly, to a perfect T.)

END JOINT POSTS HERE 8) ----------------------------------------------------------- "Cooter, what is it, and if you don't stop yelling, i'm gonna cuff you and stuff you for disturbing the peace!" Rosco yelled comming out of Boss' office. The commissioner had booted him out to shut Cooter up. "Rosco, it's Hilery. I'm starting to get worried about her. I haven't seen her in two days." "Oh Cooter, I'm sorry to hear that." "Yeah, we're all worried about her Rosco. She don't normally do something like this. Originally we thought she needed some time to herself, but we don't think she needs this much time. We don't know what happened to her." Essy said. "Well, I'll file a missing persons report for you as soon as I get the chance, alright Cooter? And Essy, thanks for the info." Both of them nodded aproval, then left. "So, shall we get Judd and Bo and go look at those wanted posteres... if Bo's willing to come along?" Cooter asked Essy as they walked out hte bookign room doors. "Yeah, like I said though, he hasnt' been in a good mood since... well you know. Since he found out Hilery likes him, likes him." Essy said as they walked out of the court house completely and acrosst he street to the Hazzard Garage. "I'm gonna call them on the CB right now, unless you wanna do it?" Cooter said, reaching tino his tow truck and pulling out hte radio mic.

STORY SUBJECTED TO LATER TITLING LOL. BY ESSY-JANE AND HILERY. STORY IN THE WORKS. FIRST COUPLE OF POSTS DONE BY BOTH ESSY-JANE AND HILERY. STORY STARTED SEVERAL MONTHS AGO.

I just didn't want to go through a confrontation over that with the people supressing me. I have had confrontations with them before, and well, it hurt, it was rough, and it made me feel really bad and rejected.

I wanted to jump in but a few of my peers kept telling me not to. I feared being subjected to their kind of dissapline of being yelled at and a confrontation. I wanted to jump in because both Brian and Chet are/were my friends. I choose not to name people though. I was told not to interject, not to interfear, not to even post anything. I guess if i weren't chicken and stood up and defied them, this wouldn't have happened. Chet and Brian did not tell those things to me, infact, Chet encouraged me to post my opinion on the thing, and post as a spectator of some sort.

Hilery took a seat silently in the passanger seat of Maverick, and placed her head back on the headrest. Within seconds she was asleep, her emotions having worn her out. Not long having fallen asleep though, she kept seeing Chet's death time and time again in her mind. The memory was horifying. There was no need for Maryanne to wake her up though because she jerked herself awake after they were mid way to town. She had awaken in tears.

"Oh, there ain't any need for that Sheriff," another womans voice said. Everyone turned to see another young woman with long blonde hair and blue eyes. It was none other than Cooter Davenport's second cousin, Hilery Ann Davenport. "Jit jit, where did you come from?" Rosco asked. Bo and Luke both looked at her with puzzled faces too. "I heard the accident from teh otherside of those tree's over yonder on that other road. There was another incident over there where some folks had run off the road and into a ditches. Ol' Coot's finishin' up with them now. Took me a few minutes to get over here though because my cuz and I were so busy... that and the extra mud between roads. It ain't dryi'n out too well over there." "yeah, we'll need a tow truck Hilery," Enos told her. "Or atleast a mechanic," Luke added. "You two have driven these patrol cars enough in worse condition than this." Bo finished for Luke. "Oh, by the way, My name is Hilery. I'm one of the few mechanics in this town. My kin and I run the garage." The two women shook hands and Hilery turned to Harlond. "Don't believe i've met you either." Hilery smiled. "I think i heard of you though, bit's and pieces from Bo and Luke and Rosco." She said and walked over to the General and used the CB to tell cooter that he was probably needed over there. He had already finished with the other cars and was on his way over already.

:-\ i don't think Riddick's creators birthday is that close. Much more than a month to go yet, nad i got more than two.

"No!" She yelled and took a swing at Maryanne, which was easily missed. Hilery fell to the ground and placed her face against ehr arms adn layed sobbing against teh dirt road. Her body shook like crazy with every sob. "Why did this have to happen," she asked the two coltranes between sobs. "It didn't have to, CHet was so young." she winned and then began to cry even harder. "He was practically my brother." she mumbled as she continued crying hard.

"I"m not going to slow down Maryanne!" Hilery yelled and pushed the gas pedal down even further on spite. She was angry, and she was upset, and frankly, didn't care anymore. Her vision was still blurry, and she was still crying. "Catch me if you can..." she whispered to herself, gripping the stearing wheel. THis should have been Chet's race, not her own.

"no..." Hilery cries. "NO!!!" she repeats, screaming taht time. The sight of Chet taking his last breath was traumatic to her. She quickly broke away from teh group and began to run. She ran all the way to teh Garage and into the parking lot behind. The young woman then jumped into her car, Jumper. With teh gas floored, she bolted into the road, and sped out of town, well over the speed limit. Her blue eyes were blurred with tears as she cried. She needed to be alone to think, but she also wished someone would come after her. Hilery wasn't in her right state of mind at all, and could barely see the road as she put the pedal down. Chet had been her best friend, her compadre, her compatriot. (sorry I wasn't on to post earlier. I went to the movies to see 2 fast 2 furious)

Hilery drops everything that is in her hands and screams at the top of her lungs. In a hurry, she gets up and runs over to the young man, her best friend. "Chet!" she yells crying and sobbing. "Quckly, someon call an ambulance," she cries. She knew if Chet survived this he'd need psyiciatric help.

"You mean stuff that's challanging? I think that was what that was halfly about besides settling old scores. I think Chet was lookin' for a simple challange ... one he knew he couldn't win, but would try anyway. I myself ahve done that. But please, make the stuff fun adn challanging." Hilery smiles. "Until then you could slap them both with communty service... and perhaps dress them in white or pink or both..." HIlery says then realizes she said the last part aloud. "Oh well. Didn't mean to say that last thing... but hey, they keep trying to be tough, well, how tough can a guy feel if he's weraing feminin colors... and i don' think brian would be caught dead wearing white. But either course of action, so long as it don't affect me too much, i'll back, concidering it's not very comforting watching 2 of my friends fight even if they are enemies, even if it was entertaining. I just wish they'd do an olive branch and be friends. I mean, two heads are better than one if your gonna rob the bank or cause criminal mischief because four eyes are better than two." Hilery shruggs. "I think they'd do each other better as friends instead of enemies."

Hilery walks up to maverick from wihtin the garage while finishing a tub of popped corn adn sipping a root beer. 'One interestin' fight. Didn't think Chet would call a draw... Didn't think Brian would offer one either. I think by the end of the fight, Chet got some of Brians commonsense.... which ididn't think he had. I thought he was all for chriminal mischief. I hope eventuallyl they have an olive branch... eventually. Probably won't ever happen anytime soon..." Hilery says in a very low voice so only Maryanne and Daney can hear. "If i'd have noticed you guys earlier i'd have offered some concessions." she added before sitting down on the curb infront of mavrick. "So, waht'd you guys think of the fight?" she whispered, knowing neither Chet nor Brian could hear her from across the town square.

I was just watching TV and John came on on a commecial for ORTHO BUG B GONE. Kinda interesting because it's a pesticide, and I work with those in one of my classes in school. He also showed what some of the bugs (the grubs) look like in the commercial. Nasty nasty nasty little critters. Any lawn management persons night mare... one of them anyway. But I just got a kick out of the commercial. He has a dog in it too.

Chet would be hard to hurt... and Hilery was in the boars nest.... she don't cause that much troulbe? Does she? yes she can get roudy and all, but did she ever really hurt anyone? She's always done as asked when it comes to calming down n getting her act together, i think.

*Looks at Brian, then at Chet* Urg, I hate it when my friends fight cuz then i'm like in the middle of it all. Just don't make me pick sides. Oh and Brian, good luck skinni'n chet alive. Chet good luck at making brians life a living hell.

"Uh oh," Hilery said, looking at Chet. "Anyone ready for World War III? Er uh, who wants to play referee?" She knew what Chet was thinking, and trouble was a brewing. "Or who wants to convince them to settle it at pinball or black jack or something? Anything, I don't wanna see two of my friends beat the living snot out of each other." Hilery looks around. "MARYANNE! DANEY! WE GOTTA DO SOMETHING BEFORE THEY DECIDE TO DESTROY THE BOARS NEST TRYING TO KILL EACH OTHER!" Hilery yells to her friends, then adds under her breath, "why can't they just prank each other to death or something?" The young davenport sits down, waiting for an answer, and feels the tension in the air mounting, with a bad feeling in her stomach. She didnt' know who would throw the first punch, but she had a bad feeling who it would be if something wasnt' done, some sort of intervention.

Hilery watches Maryanne leave, then feels bad. Maryanne was her friend, and had been a friend to Chet, the trouble making Duke. "I can't believe I did that," hilery mumbled, having calmed down from the exitement of Chet being back. "Hey, you were just overjoyed. Why don't ya go say sorry," Cooter told his second cousin. "Sounds like a great idea," she said grinning and gave her cousin a hug. "C'mon Chet, i'm dragging you with me, after all, she came over to welcome you back, I just owe an appology, and hope htere isn't any hard feelings," Hilery told him, dragging him across the street, and into the Court House.