BeauregardDuke73

Why doesn't that surprise me?

Well, he keeps as much in that jacket as most guys do in a briefcase...no wonder he's about 10 pounds lighter without it. *chuckling, carefully carrying the black-clad 'outlaw' with the other 'ruffians' of my acquaintance.*

*watching, agape, as MaryAnne tranqs Brian, I can't help but chuckle as he staggers and goes down, knowing it won't hurt him, just knock him cold - which wouldn't be a bad thing with his injuries.* I'll get his legs, Alex. Luke, can you get the doors? *bending down to pick up Brian's legs.* Why do I always get the back end? *asked of no one in particular with a rueful shake of my head.*

See who go? *giving Luke a wry grin* I ain't seen anyone leave. And you're right, that's a very sweet Chevy. Did you notice the Olds next to it? *A dark red Olds 442 sits parked next to it.*

*Nudging Luke in the side with my elbow at the "mostly"* It is fun. But it is the people that count. Hazzard wouldn't seem like Hazzard without all of ya. And no offense to anyone intended, but it wouldn't be quite the same with Brian as the deputy and MaryAnne the Lady of the Outlaws. *smiling at both of them* You both look good with your rightful titles and adornments *taking in MaryAnne's badge, now pinned where it belongs, and Brian in his black jacket.*

*biting back my grin at the proposed turn of events...* She's got you there, Brian. *teasing*

*Watching as MaryAnne walks away, also wondering if Brian will stay put, then, seeing him taking the badge out and putting it on I can't help but burst into laughter...Only in Hazzard*

*smiling at the praise, chuckling softly at the thought of Luke and I as "thugs".* We ain't goin' nowhere, Brian. As Luke said, we can make an exception for you...anytime.

*chuckling* Anytime, Brian. You know we'll do what we can. *bright smile*

*shaking head at the 'these two' comment, giving Luke a quick glance and a shrug, watching as Brian gestures to the other blond.*

*walking up with Luke, one hand on Daney's arm to keep her between Luke and I, I look at the group assembled, visually assessing that everyone's okay - except for the knocked-out Duke, and even that, I notice that his breathing is even and regular - if shallow - so he doesn't appear to be in any real danger.* Brian...*quiet, giving a nod, respectfully greeting the black-clad man, who's obviously in charge of the current crowd. Nodding politely to MaryAnne, Alex and Garrett too, as well as the doctor.*

*sounding "Dixie" as we enter the town square, more from habit than anything else, screeching to a stop next to the assembled group.* See...I managed to get ya here without anyone being killed - or even maimed. *speaking to our weaker-stomached cousin*

Brian didn't say anything about Garrett...and no, we can't just drop you off somewhere, Daney. *shaking my head that the question was even asked.*

*Hardly waiting for Luke and Daney to settle into the car before gunning the engine and heading off toward town. Eager for action, any kind of action.*

Yes, Sir! *answering with customary enthusiasm for action* We'll be there as soon as we can - 20 minutes or so.