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Chance, meanwhile, took a few moments to gather her breath and thunk the back of her blonde head against the tree. Some outlaw she was. Maybe retirement was in the cards soon. Or maybe Min could find a place for her at the saloon. Sighing, she squirmed and tried to pull her arms free of the rope and silently vowed in her next life, she was going to be as far away from being an outlaw as she could. Twisting her hands, wincing, she found the knot in the ropes with her fingertips and began working on it. It would take a while...oh hell, who was she kidding, she needed help...badly. A quick whistle brough her mustang up close, nickering curiously. Too bad the horse was never trained to chew through ropes, but Chance never figured at this situation. But the horse was trained to go between her and her partner alone and unaided. "Gambit...Cabin, Min...Go." As she watched the horse trot off, she leaned back against the tree and hoped when she and Min got back to town, they would find everyone alive. (cue anyone)

Chance gritted her teeth when she felt the rope tighten around her waist. She managed to keep on top on the horse by the grip of her legs, and the whip was still in her hand, but now useless as her arms were now trapped as her sides. But it didn't keep her from twisting and struggling against the rope, trying to wiggle free of them. Her hat came flying off in the process, and she swore and cussed at Chet Duke with everything she had. Glaring at him like an trapped wildcat as both horses came to a stop. But behind that anger was a real fear. She had run out of aces and now it was Chet's deal. (cue anyone)

Chance couldn't belief her luck in stumbling across the very quarry they had been seeking. She couldn't let Chet slip away now. If he left the county it would a hundred times harder to find him. And although it may be foolish, this was perhaps the best way she could help the deputy and outlaws. Chet looked at though going back to town, maybe to surrender. But he sudden change of heart told Chance this was the cowardly game Chet wanted to play. Digging her heels into Gambit's sides, the mustang darted out from behind the brush like a grey bullet. Gambit neighed loudly to signal the challedge. The race was on. Chance did think well enough to do othe thing, taking the pack of cards from her saddle bag, she flicked one into the nearby bushes as the mustang and her tore off down the trail. She had remembered what Brian had called her. The queen of diamonds. Hopefully the message to follow would be unmistakeable. (cue anyone!)

Since everything seemed to be settled. Chance took that as her cue to leave the sheriff's office. She went to where Gambit had been tied. The grey mustang nuzzled her hand, looking for treats. Shaking her head, she petted his neck. "Sorry, boy, maybe Min has some, I'm all out." The lady gambler swung herself into the saddle, adjusting the whip around her waist and the rifle into its hostler. She was halfway tempted to go scouting to Chet herself and save the deputy and the outlaws the trouble. She would gladly give him another dust bath for all the mischief he caused, but this time with the rope around his neck instead of his waist. But she told herself that would not only risk herself and her partner, but Brian and Alex's bid for freedom. Chance turned Gambit onto the trail leading out of town, leading the grey horse towards the cabin. Within minutes of the last building disappearing from view, Gambit's ears pricked up as he scented another horse. She backed the mustang out of sight, curious to see who the approaching rider may be. (cue anyone)

Chance had accompanied the outlaws into the jail and was leaning against the wall listening to their conversation. Being a witness, she figured she wasn't going to join them behind the bars. So maybe she had be of help doing the legwork for them. "I can go get Min, and bring her back to town. She's probably worried about all of us. And I'll help out anyway I can." It also didn't escape her thoughts that having put her chips on the side of the law probably put a big bulleye's on her back if Chet and his gang ever found out her betryal. After all, dead gamblers told no tales. (cue anyone!)

Looks like I have to work but I will try to make it late. Save some fixin's for me.

Chance nodded. "Chet...ummm...kidnapped me and then confessed he stole the horses. He then told me his plans to sell the race horses. He wanted me to help deliver them. For that he would give me half the profit." She glances back to the two outlaws. "Plus any information he could get me on these two. Both offers I polity refused...*She grinned."...right after giving him a rather interesting suggestion for a new holster for his gun. (Cue Alex, MaryAnne or Brian)

Chance had been watching all this silently and idly wondering if this was simply a normal afternoon in Hazzard. She had let a long breath when it seemed no bullets would be traded between the Coltrane cousins. Then she remembered when Chet had first kidnapped her and made her an offer she had very easily refused. She pulled her horse besides MaryAnne's. "Deputy, would having a witness to Chet confessing his thievery be helpful?" (Cue Brian, Alex or MaryAnne)

Barring having to work late, I will be there with bells on. Doc

Back up and running.

It was nearly five hours later when Chance saw them again, through the double doors separating the waiting room and surgical ward of Tricounty hospital. Not just Rosco, Lulu and MaryAnne, but also Bo and Luke, the rest of the Dukes, and even Enos. Part of Chance was surprised so many would be waiting word of a man who had done so much to make their lives difficult. But it was a very small part, the concern and lasting loyalties of Hazzard has already proved itself to the young doctor many times even in the short time she has made Hazzard her home. Hazzardites banded together in time of need, no matter the circumstance. It was simply a fact of country life. A life she had wagered and lost, Chance remembered with a pang. The fact that Hogg ended up in her care didn’t change the fact that she lost the office in the race. And she would keep her promise. At least her last act as Hazzard’s only doctor would be to save a life. She pushed her way through the doors. At first no one looked up. She couldn’t blame them. They were used to the jeans and t-shirt of Doc Walker, country sawbones…standing before them was Dr. Walker, the surgeon, someone they rarely saw, dressed from head to one in the unfamiliar surgical scrubs, from the bandana-style cap covering her blonde hair to the mask stilling handing around her neck to the tennis shoes replacing her usual motorcycle boots. Chance pushed back the cap, pulling out her blonde hair. The motion caught Rosco’s attention, and he finally noticed her arrival. Silently he touches Lulu’s arm, getting her attention. By then everyone in the room was gazing expectantly at her and Chance found herself looking back into the worried faces of her friends. But she forced herself to focus on the Lulu, the immediate family, as she was trained to do. Anything else and her emotion would control and she wouldn’t be able to stay steady as she gave the news... “Mrs. Hogg, your husband is going to pull through. It was a close call and he’s going to need some additional surgery, but his condition has been stabilized.†She didn’t include how narrow a margin it had been. Distraught families would usually spared the details of an OR rescue, esp. one as potentially bloody as an emergency open heart surgery. But the important fact is a life had been saved and Chance let them rejoice that before continuing. (cue anyone)

What's your secret, Vicki? Actually I had a bit of a delay in reinstalling, now I'm probably looking more at Monday or Tues, depending on how much fight the machine gives me.

Well, it finally happeaned. I got hit with a ubervirus last night that completely destroyed my PC and everything on it. :x But not to panic, I can still chat on my Dad's laptop and managed to save most of my files before everything went to hell. I just may not be able to chat as often or as late because me and Dad with be vying for it. Plus I have the computers at school. I'm just gonna be down for a couple of days because Dad took his laptop to a seminar. In fact, the only real casuality was a fic I was writing called Reunion. It was 16 pages long when I crashed. But already I have a friend getting me a copy of Windows, should have it by next week. I hope to be back up and running by next Friday. *crosses fingers* This is a mixed blessing. As some of you know, my computers has been dying a slow virus-filled death since June, but this just may have been the final blow. Now I can reinstall it with a completely new slate. I except a warm welcome back I can get back into town. (Jax, you have my cell #, I'll leave it on tonight so you can give me the usual Hazzard gossip) Pendragon and Doc

Thank you, Chet. Although you are a little early, or late, depending on your point ot view. My birthday isn't until mid-May. Doc

It was a usual and all too common for someone having a heart attack, but its different when it is someone you know laying in front of you, with his life in your hands and his friends and family standing around you, trusting you with that precious life. And that life was quickly ticking away from Boss Hogg. The paramedics couldn't even risk moving them until his heartbeat was at the very least back in existence. Just moving him at this point could be the final blow. So Hogg would have to be shocked right there on the ground. One paramedic kept the oxygen going, another ran for the small case containing the defibillators. Chance taped the small leads to Boss's body. The actions were automatic, but emotions were running high. Seconds ticked by, each one counting down the end of a life. Then the moment came when Chance placed the paddles on Boss's chest and heard herself shout. "Clear!" His body jerked once as the electricity rammed into his body, jumpstarting the frozen heart. Chance glanced at the paramedic, who shook his head and increased the voltage. Too much time had gone by, they were losing. Gritting her teeth, she applied the pad once more. "You are NOT ruining my perfect record in Hazzard, Boss. CLEAR!" Again, the paddles, jolted him. But this time, the paramedic spoke before Chance could say another word. "I have a pulse." Four simple words, yet they meant a change in fate. Chance didn't let herself be relieved, not yet. Even as the paramedics were lifting Hogg into the ambulance "Ok, get him to Tricounty, tell them I want an open cardiac OR stat. I'm coming with you." As Chance climbed into the back of the ambulance, Rosco stopped the door from closing. "Does he have a chance, Doc?" Looking into his distressed and worried face, the young surgeon offered a reassuring smile. "When they're MY patient, Rosco, they always have a 'Chance'." With those words, she pulled the door shut as the ambulance pulled away, leaving the residents of Hazzard in a clould of dust. (Cue anyone, otherwise scene jump to the hospital)

Let me tell you a story about the strength of the human spirit. A story I have shared with a precious few, but I share it now because of the friendships I have made on Hazzardnet. 5 years ago, one scared, depressed college student did something really, really stupid. She didn't get the help she needed. Instead, she took the entire contents of her prescription drugs and most of the over the counter medications as well. She nearly died. In fact, if not for a quick-thinking roomate she would have. She spent the next ten days in the pysch ward of the hospital, visited by friends and family, all who told her they loved her despite what she had done. Five years ago, this Halloween, that girl was me. Since then I've been fighting, clawing and battling my way back to the life I had, and more. Nine months ago I was told I would be taken off my antidepressents for the first time in more than a decade. I have often thought back on that night, for months I couldn't sleep without reliving it. It's a long, hard journey, but the future looks bright and I have arrived stronger for it. Every Halloween, I raised a toast for myself for one simple reason...survival. I have relearn to love life with a passion I couldn't desrcibe, because I almost lost mine. It was the love of my family and friends I attribute to that lesson, a love I have since extended to many I know from Hazzard. So join me this Halloween, whereever you call home, and raise a toast. To friendship, to survival through hard times, to Hazzard....To life. Pendragon Five years, still here.

Chance had been silent the entire time, not really having much to contribute to this conversation. Although she had taken the time to give the blonde outlaw a good once over. Maybe Min had a point about bad guys... Forcing herself to interruppt that thought for now, she answered Alex. "I'll lead you to Brian. Both of you. But I can take care of myself, I don't need any escort service." She chuckled. "Of course Min is with him, now so if we don't get moving, lord knows what shape hes going to be in by the time we get there." (cue MaryAnne or anyone)

What more could a girl want, Brian? Ahem...continuing on. You might be a redneck IF... You give your cat a dead mouse to play with, but its a computer mouse. Scary thing I ain't making these up. Pendragon

LOL. Thanks, Brian. Usually the only "royal" I have described to me preceds "Pain in the....". When it comes to rednecks, Brian. You are a king among Dukes. Pendragon

Chance raced into the room, sparing only a glance to the monitors. The frantic sounds of the monitors was telling her more than she needed to know. Heartrate was rocketing as blood pressure was dropping rapidly. It was signs a surgeon hope she never saw, because it meant a patient was bleeding somewhere, in Riddick's case, probably internally. She grabbed the syringe of atropine the nurse had prepped for her. The large cardiac needle much was bigger than anything Doc used at the clinic. Because it had to go much deeper than skin or tissue. With an experienced, steady hand, Chance slipped the needle between Riddick's ribs and inserts the slowing agent into the heart itself. Within seconds the monitoring began to drop to a semi-normal pace. But Riddick's wasn't out of danger yet. With his vitals somewhat stablized, Chance turned to the nurse again and gave an order. "Prep him for surgery." (cue anyone)

I got another, very recent and true. You might be a redneck (and a blonde) IF.... You accidently put your paycheck through the wash with your workclothes. D'OH! Deputy, I am now guilty of money laundering.

Even when he wasn't wearing a cape. Christopher Reeves proved the power of the human spirit after battling for his life after his tragic accident. And then also battling for others in the pursuit of stem cell research. Take your final bow, Mr. Reeves. You have earned it. Pendragon

(Here's a couple for the sheriff's department) Two Reasons Why It's So Hard To Solve A Redneck Murder 1. All the DNA is the same. 2. There are no dental records.

I've been guilty on #9 of MaryAnne's and #1 of Brian's. ALthough, deputy, every now and then you just gotta spurge on hit the Taco Bell drivethru.. ..like on Thanksgiving. OK, I have a couple more. ...If you wait up one morning and find 6 inches of rainwater in your BEDROOM. ...If you find mushrooms growing INSIDE your house at any point. (A couple of you know the story behind the above two. The rest of y'all just gotta use your imagination) ...If your grandmother accidently grew a certain illegal plant not for the usual reasons but because "it just looked so purty". AND...(drumrolls please) ....If you have more dogs and/or livestock than people at a family reunion.

"I think I may know where Brian is. I believe they took him to a dock area past the swamp. On Farmer road. Does anything of this sound familiar to you?" Chance, being new to Hazzard, didn't know the layout of the land. But MaryAnne and Rosco being old natives may find the landmarks helpful. For Brian's sake she hoped she was right. Her thoughts were interruppted by her pager going off. Glancing down at it, Chance's heart jumped. It was a code and it had Riddick's room number attached to it. She dropped the mic so far and took off running that the mic slipped from the holder and ended up swinging from the CB, with the sound of MaryAnne's voice still echoing thoogh the empty parking garage. (cue anyone)