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  1. While Brian had been sputtering, Cully had quickly wrapped the ace bandage around Brian's knee. It would offer a little more support than going without, alhthough Cully knew what Brian really needed was to be off the knee completely. But he knew better than to suggest it. He watched as Brian took the first cautious step and then saw as Brian was able to steady himself better. When Brian turned back to him to ask who he was fighting, all Cully could do was shrug. "I dunno," he said. "When I left, Rosco and Min were about to step into the ring. I don't know who won that battle." Cully paused. "You be careful awright?"
  2. "Brian, if you were a horse I'd have to shoot you." Cully paused a moment as he prepared the syringe, pushing it up a little forcing any air bubbles out with the small squirt of liquid. "This lawn dart is going to go right into your leg here, so the xylocaine will get to the knee first and fastest..." Cully turned the syringe downward and didn't give Brian much chance to utter a protest. The needle hit Brian's thigh, a few inches from his banged up knee and Cully pushed the vial downward, injecting the xylocaine into the body.
  3. "The stuntman's survival kit..." Cully replied as he opened the med kit and took out a syringe. "Yer not a afraid of needles are you, Brian?"
  4. "That so? What are ya gonna do, beat 'em up with the only thing you got in your whole body that ain't hurtin' right now....yer pinky finger?" Cully put the duffel bag down on the bench next to Brian's. He opened the duffel and removed a couple of items, the first of wich was an ace bandage. The second of which was a small home made med kit. Cully looked up at Brian and saw the look of 'thanks but no thanks' on the young Coltrane's face. "Listen, son, you ain't gonna git out that door with that knee the way it is. You've got a choice. You can forfeit...or you can let me administer a quick fix. I know you're not likely to forfeit, so perhaps you better sit down for a minute here..."
  5. Cully had seen Brian seek temporary refuge in those nearby facilities and following Rosco's request, he was going to help Brian all he could. He made a detour to his Grand Prix, parked near the courthouse, and retrieved a small duffel bag from the trunk. He hefted the bag over his shoulder and closed the trunk, turning back in the direction of the facilities Brian had disappeared to. He had heard Brian's sharp gasp when he entered and when his eyes met the sight, he saw as Brian leaned against the wall. "Looks like Dr. Cully arrived just in time..."
  6. Cully looked at the posted notice about the prize money and spoke the amouth of the top tier, savoring each syllable. "Twenty-fiiiive thouuusand dollahs...hot damn. Too bad I didn't enter into this thing." He grinned and looked toward the courthouse where his cousin Rosco was busy polishing his boots and shinin' brass for his own up comin' battle. "Tho' I don't suppose Boss Hogg is footin' the bill for any of this...Khee..."
  7. Cully meanwhile, was trying to find Brian. His battered cream colord Grand Prix, prowled around the debris and tree limbs in the road. As Cully looked around the neighborhood, he realized he didn't really know who he was looking for. He didn't know what Brian looked like. And more than likely, Cully realized, Brian didn't know what *he* looked like either. Now wasn't this just gonna be cute.... Cully leaned his head out the open window of his car and let out a loud whistle. "Hey! Brian!! MaryAnne's got amnesia n' she don't know you 'r Rosco 'r anybody for that matter! I dunno what the misunderstandin' was but ya don't have to sign up fer witness pertection 'r nothin'!" The Grand Prix slowly prowled along the street... (cue Brian!)
  8. At the same time at Tri-County, things were still in an organized chaos. Cully sat alone in the waiting area, watching as people went in and came out of the ER, looking to check on friends and family. The white haired man with overalls had gone in and come out twice, and by the second time his face looked more relieved. He told a group of gathered young people that Bo, Luke and Daisy would be okay. As he sat down, it was obvious that he was greatly relieved. It was over an hour after he had brought Rosco in and he decided he would check on how his cousinw as doing. Although his arm was starting to really hurt by now, he ignored the pain and stood up, walking to the ER. Rosco was awake and he looked over as Cully came into the room. "How ya feelin'?" Cully asked. "Splendid," Rosco answered sarcastically. "That's the spirit." "I wanna git outta here," Rosco continued. "I gotta county to attend to. I got kin to attend to. Do you have any idea where MaryAnne is? Or Brian?" Cully shook his head. "No. Hell, I'm lucky I found you." "That's what bothers me. They ain't here, which means they're out there somewhere and Lord knows what's happened to them." Rosco closed his eyes, pushing away the terrible thoughts. "Cully, ya gotta do me a favor." "Name it." "Find them. Find out where they are. At least find out if they're okay." Cully nodded. "I'll do what I can." "Find Enos or Cletus, they're two of my deputies. They'll help ya." "Awright. Don't git yerself all head up, Rosco, I'm sure they're all right." "I hope so."
  9. Boss Hogg came running over like a huge marshmellow flying through the air. "Is everyone awright?!" he asked, looking at the faces and taking a mental tally of who had been accounted for. By his best estimate, Dr. Walker, Hilery and MaryAnne were still among the missing. "I saw Cooter over the garage," he said. "Hilery's probably there too. Did any body find Dr. Walker? MaryAnne?"
  10. Back at the hospital, Cully had seen as a group of people came through the ER and stopped at the bed on the otherside of the curtain, to see Bo. An old man in overalls, an attractive young woman and two other young men were with them. Cully recognized one of them in the grey trench coat. Although he stared hard at the man, the man never looked at him. Which was just as well. While the visiting went on next to him, a nurse came to Cully and told him that he was welcome to sit out in the waiting area. Cully agreed, figuring the bed could be better used for someone who really needed it. Quietly, the ex-stuntman got up off the bed and walked out to the waiting area. Bo, meanwhile, was getting the details on Daisy from his kin. Although they were all relieved that Luke was going to be okay, now they had to wait to hear about Daisy. To keep the worried silence from penetrating too much, Bo commented on how the man behind the curtain must have been Rosco's cousin, as he even sounded like the Sheriff. But when Jesse peered behind the curtain to see, the bed was empty. "Well, I'm sure he hasn't gone too far," Bo said. "Not like you can miss 'em. He's another Rosco!" (Cue anybody! Sorry for the multi-part posts...I can't help myself. LOL)
  11. Boss Hogg had taken refuge under his desk in his courthouse office during the twister and waited for several minutes once the storms seemed to past before he emerged. He looked out his window and saw the town was a mess but that people were moving about, surveying the damage. The big oak tree he had wanted to cut down had been savaged by nature herself. He turned from the window and left his office, grabbing his white stetson as he left. "Rosco! Enos! Cletus! MaryAnne!" he called as he came out of the courthouse. Enos of course was across the square with Val, checking Doc Walker's place. But Boss found Miz Tizdale. "Pipe down, JD! Enos is over at Doctor Walker's with Val checking the place." "Miz Tizdale, do you know where Rosco, Cletus and MaryAnne are?" "Rosco's on his way to the hospital, Cletus found the Duke boys and called for an ambulance, and....MaryAnne....?" Miz Tizdale paused. "I haven't seen MaryAnne in town all day come to think of it." "You ain't seen her at all?" Miz Tizdale shook her head.
  12. On the other side of the curtain from Cully, Bo was sitting quietly upon the bed his shoulder bandaged up and aching. He listened to the conversation next to him and even though he heard the man say his name, the voice sounded a lot like Rosco's. Bo chuckled to himself. *Only in Hazzard....identical cousins!* The nurse that had been talking to Cully then came to see Bo. "Hi, Bo," she said with a gentle smile. "Hi," he said. He looked at her a moment. "Luke?" "He's gonna be okay. He has suffered some blood loss and did break a rib but he did not, thankfully, suffer any serious neck injury. He's still unconcious but he's stable and is not in any life threatening situation. He's going to be fine." Bo sighed with relief. "Thank you, ma'am." The nurse nodded and went on to check on other patients. Although Bo was relieved that Luke was okay, he had no idea that his cousin Daisy was also in the ER.
  13. Tri-County hopsital's emergency room was hopping by the time Cully pulled up in his battered Pontiac. Luke, Bo and Daisy were all being attended to, along with a few other folks who had sustained various injuries when the tornados hit. Cully quickly got the attention of a nurse and explained what he had in his car. The nurse also noticed Cully's arm and imediately called for assistance from anyone who was available. In no time, Rosco was brought in on a stretcher and was being taken care of. Cully was directed to one of the ER beds where a nurse treated his arm. As the nurse bandaged him up he over heard as the doctors and nurses on duty conversed quickly on the situations they had. He heard the name Duke mentioned three times, one with an injured shoulder, one with multiple injuries and one knocked unconcious. Before he could listen further, another nurse appeared around the curtain and looked at him. She was about to say something to him when she looked at him a moment longer. "Wait a minute, you look the guy we just brought in." Cully chuckled. "I'm one of several guys you just brought in. Yeah, I know. The Sheriff. He's my cousin, thus the slight family resemblence." "Slight?" She smiled. "What's your name." "Cully Dawson." "Do you know what happened to Sheriff Coltrane, Cully?" "No ma'am. I found 'em like that. He doesn't know what hit 'em either." Cully paused. "Is he gonna be ok?" "He should be okay. He's in a lot of pain right now but he is concious and talking to us. I was hoping maybe you knew what hit him." Cully shook his head. "It was probably one of them damn tree limbs that was flying around town when the twister hit. He probably never saw it coming." "That's possible." She looked at his arm as the other nurse finished with the bandages. "What did you do?" "He thought he was superman," the nurse replied. "Jumpin' through windows..." Cully smiled. "I see 'em do it all the time in the movies." Both nurses chuckled.
  14. Cletus repeated his calls for Rosco or Enos. "Enos, you got your ears on?" Back in town, Miz Tizdale was standing near what had once been Rosco's patrol car. The white Fury had been picked up and thrown like a marshmellow against the trunk of a tree, wrapping the passenger door around the tree. The tree still stood amazingly, but the car was totalled. However, the radio still squawked. "Enos! Enos, it's Cletus on the radio!!" Deputy Enos Strate had been surveying the damage in the square and heard Miz Tizdale hollar for him. He hurried over to the car and reached through the driver window and grabbed the radio mike. "This is Enos. Where are you Cletus?" Cletus explained his situation and asked Enos to find Daisy and let her know what was going on. "Okay, Cletus, I'll let her know. Hey, Cletus, have you seen or heard from Sheriff Rosco?" "Naw I ain't. He's not in town?" "No. Thing is tho', he was here before the storm hit..." There was a pause. "Enos, you ain't thinkin' he got picked up by the storm do ya?" "You know you can't predict what will happen with a twister---" "No, Enos!" Miz Tizdale said. "Rosco was laying on the stairs of the courthouse. I seen 'em! That man that looks like him, helped him to a car and they drove away." Bo and Cletus had heard Miz Tizdale through the radio. "Man that looks like him?" Bo wondered. Enos said the same thing. "Spittin' image," Miz Tizdale said. "I thought it was Rosco that came crashing through my post office window but it was this fella. He cut his arm. Rosco looked pretty badly hurt too." "You know this fellas name?" Enos asked. "Cully....something. Said he was kin." Enos looked at the radio mike. "Did you hear all that Cletus?" "Yeah. I didn't know the Sheriff had any identical kin." "I didn't either," Enos said. "But it sounds like Sheriff Rosco's on his way to the same place y'all are."
  15. Once Luke was placed in the ambulance and on his way to the hospital, Cletus and Bo followed in Cletus's patrol car. "Can I use your radio Cletus? I'm gonna call Uncle Jesse." "Yeah, sure." Bo picked up the mike and changed to the channel to the one the Dukes used. "Lost Sheep callin' Shepherd, Lost Sheep callin' Shepherd are you out there Uncle Jesse?" "I'm here Bo. Where are you, are you awright??" "Not completely. Me and Luke got caught in the twister and it overturned the General. Luke's hurt pretty bad. I'm with Cletus right now, we're following the ambulance to Tri-County." "Awright, I'll meet you there. Have you heard from Daisy?" "No, sir. Last I knew tho' she was in town. I'm sure she's awright." "I sure hope so, Bo. The phone lines are down so I can't call into town." Cletus gestured to Bo for him to hand him the mike. Bo did. "If you want Uncle Jesse," Cletus said, "I can radio to Rosco and Enos have them find Daisy and let her know what's going on." "I'd appreciate that, Cletus. Bo, I'll see you at Tri-County." Cletus handed the mike back to Bo. "Ten four, Uncle Jesse." Bo changed the channel back to the police frequency and handed the mike to Cletus. "Deputy Cletus Hogg callin' Sheriff Rosco, come back." The radio was quiet. Cletus glanced at Bo, not liking the quiet...
  16. At the same time, on Mill Pond Road, Deputy Cletus Hogg was trying to hurry to get back to town. He had seen the twister touch down in the direction of Hazzard as he was doing his patrol and he had hung back purposely to not get too close to it. He hoped that the funnel had not touched down too close to town, but as he turned the corner he realized very quickly he was wrong. Seeing the General Lee overturned caused Cletus to slam the brakes. "Buzzards on a buzz saw!!!" The deputy lept from his patrol car and ran to the Charger. He found the boys inside, Luke unconcious, but Bo was awake. "Cletus!" "You awright, Bo?" "I think I busted my shoulder. Luke's worse for wear tho'." Bo looked over at his cousin. "Sit tight," Cletus said, "I'm gonna see if I can get Tri-County on the radio." Bo nodded and Cletus ran back to his patrol car. He leaned in, grabbed the mike and started his call. "This is Deputy Cletus Hogg callin' the Tri-County Hospital. I've got an overturned vehicle on Mill Pond Road, two injured." The hospital responed with acknowledgment and rescue units would be in route from Cedar City. Cletus thanked them and tossed the mike back in the car, going back to the General. "Ambulance is coming, Bo. Y'all are gonna be awright..."
  17. Meanwhile, out at the Duke farm, Jesse was becoming worried. No matter how much he called for his kin on the CB, he was getting no answer. And the more minutes that passed that he received no answer, the more time his big toe had to really start hurting. "Shepherd to Lost Sheep and Bo Peep!" The silence bothered him. But he could only hope that the boys and Daisy had found shelter before the storm hit. He more than hoped....he prayed....
  18. Cully saw the man slip into the courthouse and didn't bother going in after him. Either the man hadn't been the one to put Rosco on the ground, or he had no clue he just ran into the county courthouse in his flight. Cully mentally shrugged it off and stopped to check on Rosco first. If Rosco was wounded in anyway it wasn't immediately noticeable. There appeared to be no cuts or abrasions on his face or head but that didn't mean some other part of him took a direct hit. "Ain't we two peas in a pod..." Cully whispered softly, looking at Rosco as he lay unconcious on the stairs. "Rosco? Rosco, can you hear me? Are you awright?' The Sheriff didn't stir. "$#@&!" Cully looked up around the square to see if his car was still intact. Although it was still where he had parked it, it had taken a direct hit from flying debris, destoying the windshield. It would have to do.... Cully's arm was really hurting him by this point, but he ignored it and ran across the street to the square. A large tree limb was impaled in the windshield, like a stick in an eye. He grabbed the limb and pulled it out of the windshield, sprinkling glass across the hood. The square was disturbingly still. Although the sky was still grey and the winds had died down, Cully didn't trust it. He knew this kind of weather. He knew his time was limited. Another twister could pop up at any time. Miz Tizdale had ventured out of the post office and a few other citizens had begun to emerge from buildings. Cully worked to brush the glass off the seats of his car and removed what he could of the rest of the windshield before he moved the Grand Prix over to the courthouse. He came back to Rosco's side and took a deep breath, trying to figure how to pick up his cousin into a carry without hurting Rosco and himself any more than they already were. He decided he was going to have to continue to ignore the awful pain that was shooting from his arm and use it for what it was worth. Cully slipped his injured arm underneath Rosco's head and neck and placed Rosco's left arm around his shoulders and then lifted the Sheriff into a sitting position. It was then that Rosco came to life. "AAHHH!" Startled, Cully stopped what he was doing and gently laid Rosco back down upon the stairs. "Rosco? Where ya hurt?" The Sheriff opened his eyes and looked at Cully. "Cully??" Cully smiled. "Yeah." "I dunno what happened," Rosco said. "But I got hit right here..." Rosco pointed to the right side of his ribs. "I think I scuffed somethin'..." "Do you think you can stand up and get to a car?" Rosco looked unsure. "Prolly hurt a lot..." "Yeah...but I don't think you can wait here for a doctor, Rosco. And frankly I can't either." "What do you mean?" "The arm your laying on I damn near ripped off going through a window." Rosco grin was weak. "Yer...a stunt man. You ain't supposed...to git hurt." "Ha. I'll tell ya all my war stories later. For now tho'...." Cully pulled Rosco back up to sitting again, the Sheriff groaning in pain. Cully paused a moment, giving Rosco a chance to recover. "Why didn't you tell me you were gonna do that?" Rosco asked. "I didn't think it would matter. Awright, on three yer gonna stand up...one....two....three!" Cully balanced Rosco and the two cousins stood up. Rosco lurched a little and Cully held on, but it was clear Rosco was hurtin'. Bad. "Awright..just gotta make it down to the car there." It was a slow walk down the remainder of the stairs and across the sidewalk to the Grand Prix. While Cully took a moment to open the passenger door, Rosco looked at the battered Pontiac. "I feel the way your car looks." "That makes two of us..." Cully helped Rosco get into the car and once he was settled into the seat, Cully shut the door and hurried around to the driver's side. He fired the Grand Prix up and drove out of the square.
  19. With the storm passed, momentarily, Cully had crawled out of the post office window again, figuring to find something to wrap his arm with temporarily. As he walked down the debris littered street toward the courthouse, he saw a man in a dark grey trench coat, standing over someone else who was fallen upon the stairs. Cully saw the blue shirt and knew immediately who it was... "Hey! HEY!!!!!" Cully started running toward the courthouse.
  20. Cully had seen the lightening split the big oak tree in half and he ran like hell to avoid being hit by the side of tree that ended up taking out Dr. Walker's porch. He headed straight for the post office,,jumping through the already broken window, breaking a few more pieces of glass and crashing to the floor. "AAAHHH!!!" Miz Tizdale screamed, having watched the man come flying through the window from where she was cowered in the back room of the post office. Cully instinctively curled himself up on the floor, covering his head, figuring something was flying through the window after him, thus the woman's scream. But nothing came in after him and he uncurled and looked to see where the scream had come from. "Rosco Coltrane! What are you doin' jumpin' through my windows!" Cully couldn't help but chuckled as he crawled to the doorway leading to the back room of the post office. "I ain't Rosco," Cully said. Emma was about to protest when he held his hand up. "I know, I know, I look like him. I'm his cousin, and he claims he's the better lookin' of the two of us. My name is Cully Dawson and I picked a rotten day to come to Hazzard to visit my kin." He looked at the postmistress for a moment. "Are you okay, ma'am?" "I'll be better when the storm is over!" "I think we all will be..." Cully ventured a look back to the broken windows and then turned to Miz Tizdale again. He took a moment to brush any glass and debris out of his hair, his hat having long since been lost with the strong gusts of wind. "Damn, another hat lost..." he muttered. When he brought his right hand up to brush through the right side of his head, Miz Tizdale gasped. He looked at her. "Your arm," she said. Cully looked at his arm. Yep, he was wounded. The piece of glass from the window he took out in turn took out the sleeve of his denim jacket, his shirt and left a good gash on his arm, that was now bleeding through his shirt and jacket. "Well," he said, not surprised. "Ain't the first time...."
  21. Having enough Coltrane blood in him to qualify for the "Missed the Boat" club, Cully found himself right out in the open when the storm started to rage. The three ladies he had signed the petition for had long since gone back to the courthouse with two young men to drop off their petitions and Cully was going to drop in on his cousin, Rosco, but had seen the Sheriff take off with a guy in a white suit. This left the ex-stuntman to wander around the square...and then not know where to turn when he felt the strong winds start to blow...
  22. Outside, on the other side of the square, a cream colored '78 Pontiac Grand Prix was parked and the driver had just stepped from his car when three pretty ladies came up to him. "Scuze us, sir," Daisy said, "we're doing a petition to save that oak tree in the square there and -- " Daisy stopped when the man turned around and smiled at her. "Rosco!" she exclaimed. "What are you doing out of uniform?" "Uh, no." Cully Dawson chuckled. "Cully's the name and whatever it is you ladies are sellin', I'll buy!" Daisy chuckled. She turned her clipboard toward Cully. "We're doing a petition to save that oak tree over there." "That so?" Cully looked, seeing the great oak tree with the bright orange X on it. "You sure a signature from a non-Hazzard citizen will count?"
  23. Cully had turned away from the cliff and was looking down at the tire tracks left behind from the patrol car. Something wasn't settling right for him. The thought of two people perishing in such a form was disturbing enough but...Cully wondered. "Yeah," he heard MaryAnne say to Brian's request that they leave. "C'mon..." Cully walked back Maverick but he was still looking at the tiretracks and the markings in the dirt just beyond the tracks. The sand near Kissing Cliff was softer than the rocky gravel that was near the road. The tracks left by the patrol car and Maverick were easy to see. The other markings in the dirt looked like footprints and scuff marks from a body landing and roling in it. He'd driven cars off cliffs, jumped out at the last minute and had seen what the ground looked like after doing such a stunt. If they had jumped out...where'd they go? His line of vision turned him to look toward the bushes that were a short distance away. "Ya comin', Cully?" MaryAnne asked. He stared at the bushes for a moment, but didn't see anything. 'Yeah," he replied. Slowly he turned back to the Firebird and climbed into the back of the car. MaryAnne backed Maverick up to the road and they drove away from Kissing Cliff. "What were you lookin' at?" Rosco asked. "A different route them two could have taken," Cully replied. He paused. "I ain't so sure they were in that car at all..."
  24. The stuntman had been sitting in his Grand Prix waiting for Brian when he witnessed Daney's kidnapping. He watched the red headed woman escort Daney across the square and when they disappeared he jumped out of his car and made a beeline for the courthouse. To see him burst through the booking room doors, one would think they were seeing double. Although he wore jeans, a plaid shirt and jean jacket, his black stetson made him look pretty darn similar to the Sheriff that sat at the booking desk. And one Rosco P. Coltrane for Hazzard County was enough...but two? MaryAnne turned around. "Cully!" "Jit!" Rosco exclaimed. "What the heck are you doing here?" Cully Dawson feigned offense. "You invited me, cousin, remember?" "I don't mean that, I mean what are you doing HERE." "I think we got some kinda trouble." "Yeah, see?" MaryAnne looked at Rosco. "He picks up on that kinda stuff too." "Well he's got enough Coltrane in 'em..." Rosco said. "Listen, I just saw this red headed lady kidnap some other girl!" "Really??" MaryAnne said. "Man, it must be open season..." "Whatya mean?" "Somebody kidnapped Brian," Rosco said. "They left a note on the board." "That explains why I haven't seen him for him to pick up his accessories," Cully said. "Come to think of it," MaryAnne said. "It was a red head that I saw at the bulletin board." She looked at Cully. "Did you see which way they went?" "I can give ya a general idea."
  25. The stuntman stranger found Brian's message a little while later. He grinned and wrote a reply: Brian, No problem on getting the accessories. I can have them for you before the afternoon is out. I'm driving a cream colored Pontiac Grand Prix. It's a rental car. You can't miss it. You might have to give me a ticket...heh... C. The stuntman grinned and posted his message. Who said Hazzard wasn't fun?
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