B.L. Davenport

James Best

I agree with Chet very nicely done daisydukexenosstrait. It flows wonderfully! Great job keep it up!! BL

Are we going to see more of the same one liner effort? If so then that's not going to make the story go anywhere or if it does the story will be so long readers will lose interest. Just a piece of advice here your best bet is to restart the whole thing anyway because there is so much other stuff between posts that it will be hard to follow the story.

Bugs Bunny

Amen Chet!! I am with you. I'm not one for sensorship,and believe in freedom of speech, but enough is enough. I'd like to see about half this junk be deleted by HN! As for you 'writers' to move it to the other link go to word pad, copy from here what you want, paste to word pad, copy it all and re-post in the Role play section in one post. 10 mins work, gets us all off your back an out of your so called story!!! DixeiDavenport Dixie's right its relatively simple to move things, simply start a new thread in the correct place copy and paste everything there 10 minutes of work big deal, then you can continue business as usual and the rest of us don't have to wade through a bunch of junk to get to something else we want to read!

(Well put Amanda, and joint posts are an excellent idea when you don't have any ideas for a longer than one line post in a story.)

(we're not trying to ruin anyone's fun or shut down the story just get you to put forth effort and write the best you can you might be surprised how many readers you get. But if you don't put forth that effort people ain't gonna read it)

(we picked now because we couldn't take anymore! I guess we were in hopes things would change but they haven't they've gotten worse!) BL

(That is true DaisydukeXenosstraite noone can control the way anyone else writes but like I said before if it's worth doing its worth doing your best. All Chet said about the idea is the song titles had been a bit over done.)

drink

( I am in agreement with Chet here, song titles have been done to death. As he said no one is perfect but if a story is worth writing it's just like every thing else you do it's worth putting your best effort into it. Everyone makes mistakes writing I know I do but I reread what I write and fix mistakes that I see and still don't get them all. Sometimes it helps to have someone proof read and find the things you yourself have missed.) BL

melt

(I do remember now Roger thanks for the review!) it doesn't have any (I think...I don't pay that much attention to the cars)

Savannah

(this is the continuation of the above joint post) With a growl that could have matched a wolfs Chet pushed himself to his feet and staggered towards the door grabbing up his boots. Shaky legged and weak he tried to make his way for the kitchen to get out the back door, but only made it to the kitchen door way before a wave of dizziness over took him. BL followed him to the kitchen taking hold of his arm knowing he wasn't well enough to make it. "You ain't going anywhere, you've lost too much blood and your half starved so you might as well sit down!" Her voice hardens a little but it doesn't raise in volume. "Lemme go!" He tried to shake her hold off his arm, pressing at her fingers forcing her hand off. The sudden release landed him flat on his back. Cooter went to the door and let Bo in. Standing over him staring down at the young cowboy BL spoke more calmly this time "I am not going to let you go anywhere your in no shape. Now Bo's already here and you are going to at least be civil to him in my home." "The hell I am!" The younger Duke man flipped himself over on the floor and attempted to press himself up, his shoulder burning in pain. Bo stood by watching, his icy blue eyes falling over the body of the young man from his very own loins. It seemed like he was skin stretched over a frame of bones. He swallowed hard seeing that the boy’s upper torso was completely covered in scars, and now bandages. "Such a pleasant cuss aint ya." "Well he's definitely yours that's for sure, same dang stubborn streak!" BL again gently took hold of Chet's good arm before he hurt himself worse, helping him up but keeping a good hold on him this time so he couldn't get out the door. Chet allowed BL to help him to his feet, even as he stood swaying. His eyes locked on the man that had made him. "I ain’t like him one bit, I hate you, ya son of a *****. I’m not your son, your son is dead!" BL had given Chet a light shake like she might have done years ago when he was a little boy before the kidnapping for his outburst. "Cool it!, if I were you Chet I wouldn't be so hostile toward any of possibly the only people than can and will pull your hide outta this mess." Looking toward the table BL nodded toward the chairs "Cooter will you hand one of those chairs over here please he's got to sit down before he falls down again."

(This is another joint post between Chet and BL) Cooter made his way to the kitchen, opening the door on the refrigerator and taking out a fresh cut onion. "This should do the trick." He returned to the living room unwrapping the onion he lowered it to Chet's nose and waved it back and forth. BL in the mean time had picked up the cordless phone and stepped into the dining room taking a deep breath as she dialed Bo's number wondering just how she was going to break the news to him that his one and only son was in her house alive but wounded and then get him to believe Chet hadn't robbed the bank or committed those murders. The phone rang at the Duke farm and Bo hurried in from sitting on the porch to answer it. "Hello, Duke farm Bo speakin." "Bo it's BL, I got something to tell you and I think you'd better sit down." She didn't ask if he was sitting though before she launched into the rest of her story. "Chet's here, hurt bad and near starved to death...I know what your thinking but before you go jumpin to any conclusions hear me out. I was in the bank the other day it wasn't Chet that robbed it and killed those people. I got a good look at him, he looked a lot like Chet from a distance but it wasn't Chet. I know cos just the day before I was close enough to Chet to see him real good." She listened waiting for Bo's response. "I want to believe you BL." Bo's voice was sincere. "But he’s not a Duke, he’s a rogue, he don’t even deserve the Duke name. He’s hurt and killed people. How can you be so sure it wasn't him, he’s robbed the bank before." "I know he's done wrong, but I don't think it was out of malice for anyone it was to survive." Sighing BL continued "I know it wasn't him because I was face to face with the real robber and with Chet. Chet's right eye is grey because he’s blind in it, his left brown. The robber had two brown eyes, you can't mistake someone's identity when they are so clearly different looking." "If they are so different looking then why do the authorities think its Chet?" Bo audibly sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Unless you can prove he’s innocent BL your endangering yourself, your in danger just having him in your home. He could easily hurt you or Cooter, his temper is vicious and for God sakes he’s an outlaw! He’s killed people BL!" BL echoed his sigh, "because the authorities are idiots you know as well as I do that Rosco's a few french fries short of a happy meal. I'm going to do my darndest to prove that he is innocent, I also realize what kinds of risks I'm taking here I'm not stupid". You should give him the benefit of the doubt, Bo I saw something in him nobody else sees that day we met up, I saw innocence looking back at me if you don't believe me come see for yourself. You can believe what you want about the things he's done but I know it's him or I wouldn't have called I know Gabby like any mother would like to see her son again no matter what he's done or been accused of and I wouldn't call and get her hopes up for nothing or yours." "Oh I’m sure it’s him, and the only thing he’s innocent of is leaving us the hell alone. I won't allow his mother to come see him, he’s too dangerous. But I will come see him myself. I'll be over shortly." Bo hangs up leaving the line dead. Cooter sighs from behind you. "That doesn't sound like it went over very well." I shake my head sighing heavily "it didn't Bo is so danged stubborn sometimes. He's coming over but says he's not going to allow Gaby to come see Chet." I look Cooter in the eye now not just upset that Bo is being so hard headed about the things you have been accused of but a little mad at his refusal to let your mother see you. "He can't do that Cooter she's an adult and has a right to see her own son!" Creasing his brow deeply Cooter wrapped his arms around his younger cousin. "Awe BL, Bo's just looking out for her, maybe Gabby cant stomach seeing Chet right now. I have a hunch she’s to afraid to see him, she can't believe he'd have killed that little boy. No matter how much of a rogue he is or how dangerous people make him out to be, being a mother she can't bare the thought." He squeezed her tightly. "Lets wake him and get some food in him, Lord he looks so starved." She hugged Cooter in return and pulled away she knew the young Duke boy hadn't killed that little boy for a fact, biting her lip pondering she just had to convince Bo his son was not as bad as everyone thinks. "I know, that's the reason he steals Cooter it isn't just stealing it's always food or small amounts of cash so he can eat." Cooter nodded in agreement, she was right, but he'd heard rumors and stories of people Chet had beaten to death or shot. "Its hard to know what to believe sometimes BL. Lets try again to wake him up, may have to get the sniffing salts out of the first aid kit." "Ok, maybe we can at least get some food down him before Bo gets here and start figuring out a way to prove his innocence." The youngest Davenport went back to the living room with Cooter and knelt down beside the couch where the cowboy was still unconscious, shaking him gently she tried not to startle him awake. "Chet wake up." Cooter watched for a minute then offered his help with the onion, waving it under the young Duke boy’s nose. The young cowboy’s face wrinkled and he turned his head from side to side. Then all of a sudden, just like a bullet being shot out of a gun he sat up grabbing BL by the arm. His brow furrowed, his mismatched eyes narrowed and vile looking. "Hey easy, it's ok ain’t nobody tryin to hurt ya or anything. You want something to eat now?" She didn’t show any fear as her arm wass grabbed knowing it was just a natural reaction from being woken and all the things he's endured in life which she didn't know the half of and probably didn't want to. The Davenport man standing behind her wasn't as certain about the young man’s intentions and watched warily. Chet looked around quickly havin forgotten at first where he was. His eyes met that of Cooter's and he released his hold on BL, swallowing hard, afraid the Davenport man wouldn’t have him. BL smiled at him gently once he'd turned her arm loose, a little unsure how he would take the news of his father's visit but she didn't want him to be caught off guard by it either. "I talked to Bo a few minutes ago and he's coming over to see you." "What?!" Chet sat up the rest of the way and put his bare feet on the floor, looking down at them. "Where’s my boots? I got to get outta here!" BL frowned a little“Now just simmer down, you aint going nowhere not till you've had a decent meal at leastâ€. "I don’t wanna see Bo, what the hell’s he comin here for?" Chet moved to get up only to stagger and sit back down. Weak from the loss of blood and malnutrition he couldn't pick up and leave if he wanted to. “Because I called him, did it ever occur to you that he might want to see the son he thought was dead?†She spoke calmly and although your weak and can’t leave I watch you like a hawk to make sure you don't find some strength somewhere and try. "Im not his son! His son is dead." Snaps the words and sits back in a huff on the coach. The older blonde woman sat on the coffee table rubbing her hands over her face wondering what to do now, the young man didn't want to see Bo but he was on the way. "You'll always be his son no matter what you say or do blood is thicker than water." One of the best rumors about me of all time peaks its face out from behind a concrete wall. Chet’s face turned beat red in absolute anger. "I'd rather die or be turned into the law then to see that son of *****! GOT IT?! " His anger shocks the hell out of her, just stareing at the young man for a few seconds it was too late and she didn't know what to do now. A heavy breath snorted out of Chet's nose, his face still burning red. Afraid for his cousin Cooter took BL by the arm and pulled her back, fearful that the young man would strike out. In the middle of the silence an old truck could be heard pulling into the drive. Almost falling off the coffee table from Cooter's pull BL held onto the edge balancing herself "would you let go of me thats an arm not a rope to be pulled on." she bit her lip hearing the old truck knowing it was Bo, she sighs stilling herself for what might happen between father and son.

I'm gonna hafta disagree with you both and say C) stranded on a dirt road with a broken down car

Dobro Doolin Eagle Rock Mason Dixon's Girls

obnoxious

C) Bo and Luke

cake

hot

poisonous

treacherous

A) distributing counterfeit money