Garrett Duke

Gordon relaxed a bit after the boys seemed to calm down and get along with one another, but was still worried and nervous about what his future may hold. And all of this for a little joy ride to celebrate his win...perhaps his last win. "Well boys," he breaks his silence as he eyes Luke and Bo for a long moment before continuing, "I really hate that I put you into all of this. I mean, I was just going for a joy ride and ended up here and -" "Stop apologizing for something you didn't do," Bo states harshly shaking his head, "you didn't do this. Rosco did. First of all, Rosco ain't about to take credit for running into you as he did. So he has to find someone to blame. Meaning you. Second of all, once he saw and noticed who you are him and ol' Boss started thinking in dollar signs and all the attention that you may bring them. It's not you, Jeff. It's them." "For once, Bo's right," Luke states with a grin on his face, elbowing Bo in the ribs, "you didn't do it. They did. They are trying to get to you. Use you. Just as they do to anyone who they think will bring them money. We ain't about to sit back and let them do it. To you. Or to anyone." Gordon shakes his head not knowing what to make out of it. "And yet, they're still in office?" he finally questions. "Yup," Luke states confidently, "we can at least fight an enemy we know." He gives Gordon a wink. "Plus no one wants to see ol' Boss Hogg angry. You run against him, you're gonna make him angry. And ol' Rosco being the best sheriff that money could buy, keeps him where he's at too. Tell you one thing," Luke pauses and glances at Bo, "it keeps things interesting around here." "I'd rather have it quiet and boring," Gordon states as a thought hits him hard to send chills racing up and down his back, "I just thought of something. When they find us, they'll probably come loaded with guns and ready to shoot. How good of aim they got?" Luke gives a sarcastic laugh. "They couldn't hit you if you were standing still. Unless they got some help. Rosco has been known to blackmail people into aiding his cause," he goes silent in thought. "What you thinkin' about, Lukas?" Bo speaks up, alert by the look on Luke's face. "I just thought of something myself," Luke once again goes silent, leaving Gordon and Bo to wonder what idea he was starting to think of.

(Video from the Daytona 500 race...was great to see Trevor Bayne wins. Sure hope he gets feeling better real fast!)"Sideways" Dierks Bently singing on the prerace show of Daytona (NASCAR version) Sorry to post the same song three times, but I had a hard time chosing which one to pick. Like the NASCAR version best of all, but enjoyed both videos of so decided to share 'em with y'all...and thought I might as well as include the original song. Doesn't seem that long ago I was watching him on the pre race show at Daytona. Love the video recap of the Daytona race of the first one.

"I Play The Road" (full song) Zac Brown Band Thought I would revive this thread...sorry took me so long. Been busy or too tired to think. Love the first video...doesn't have Gordon or Johnson in it, but it has other NASCAR drivers in it...such as Carl Edwards (my favorite driver that does NOT drive for Hendrick) at the end singing with Zac Brown. You can tell he's loving being up there with Zac! It is one of the two official 2011 NASCAR theme song. Very fitting for NASCAR.

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Jesse Duke's heart races rapidly within him as he is paralyzed by intense fear as he watches the muscular man tie Hogg to a thick tree. Even though he has to really listen in to hear what the man has to say to Hogg, to Jesse it seems like he is yelling the hateful words to Hogg. True what he had to say to Hogg had some truth behind. Hogg treats people in his town like they matter little to him as he cheats, lies, and steals from them. Thinks little of anyone else other than himself. But to say no one would care to rescue him and that everyone was out celebrating his disappearance? People in Hazzard often got angry at Hogg and some resented Hogg and all that Hogg had to stand for. But most people in Hazzard have big warm hearts and despite all Hogg has done to them, wouldn't want to see him hurt in anyway. 'Well it's time to prove that bad fella wrong' Jesse thinks as he quietly backs out of the woods and to where he had hidden his truck. Sliding into the cab of his truck, he pulls out the CB, pressing the button he puts it to his mouth and states, "It's damn hot out today," he cusses before he leans over and changes the channel on the CB. "Uncle Shephard," Luke's familiar voice is slow to respond on their emergency channel, "you got something?" Sighing heavily he slowly responds, "That's a positive, Lost Sheep. I am in need of some help from you and Cooter over at Ol Mill Road in a hurry. If you are at the starting place, please bring reinforcements," he uses the terms they had created years ago, "I'll repeat. I'm in need of help as soon as possible. I'll explain once you get here." He listens to silence for a moment before Luke is slow to respond, "That's a ten four Uncle Shephard. I thought you were at -" "Don't mind where you thought I was! I have my own right to help clear my nephew's name! I don't need no back talk from you or anyone else Luka-" he cuts himself from using Luke's full name on air, "Just never mind. I tol' you I'd explain once you get here. Just get here...now. You understand?" "Yes sir," Luke says in a defeated voice. Jesse stares down at the CB in his hand for a long moment feeling the fear, anger, and adrenaline race through his aging body. Only to send questions through his mind of what he's going to do until they get here. He could return and watch the two men with Hogg, but he'd risk getting caught. Staying in his truck would make him just as suspious. Plus his adrenaline yells at him to get up and do something. Inhaling deeply, he slowly climbs back out of the truck and as he turns around he jumps in fear and surprise as a black handgun is steadily shoved in his face. The man who Hogg had called Tristian stands on the other end with an evil smile spread across his handsome face. "We're always glad for some company, ol' man," he says with an evil laugh, "perhaps if you do as I tell you to, you won't have to get hurt. Unlike the fat man you just saw o'er there." Jesse nods, sighing heavily and praying for Luke and Cooter to return soon. "OK. Whatever you say, mister," he states and Tristian leans over and grabs him by the bibs and violently forces him to turn around and places the gun tightly against his head, knocking over his red hunting cap. "Get movin'," Tristian shoves him forward, stepping on the hat, "this here gun is a pretty new gun. Got it a month ago and I am just itchin' to put it to use. Don't give me a reason to use it on you. Understand?" "Oh I understand," Jesse states as he shoved into the opening where his eyes meet Hogg's and fear enters Hogg's eyes at seeing Jesse being shoved towards him, "just as I hope you understand that you will not get away with any of this." "Shut up!" Tristian yells as he shoves Jesse against another thick tree and Jesse yells out as he falls down where Tyson is quick to join Tristian to tightly tie Jesse to the tree, just as they had Hogg, and taping his mouth shut. "Don't you worry none about me old man. I've been doing this for a long time now and look at me. Free as a bird." Looking at Tyson he confidently states, "I want you to start packing up camp. Once everything is loaded we'll get rid of these two losers and be on our way." Tyson eyes Jesse and then Hogg. "Yeah sure. What you going to do?" he asks as his attention goes back to Tristian. "I'm going back to town for one last trip. Finish our plans out," Tristian states as he eyes Hogg for a long while and then Jesse, "I ain't gonna let these losers ruin our plans. Just get things packed up and when I get back we'll take care of the garbage and leave this stupid hick town once and for all." Tyson nods. "I'll be ready for ya," he states, "but since there's two of 'em now to take care of, you mind sharing some of the load with me to handle?" Tristian eyes Jesse and shrugs. "Sure you can take care of him when I get back. I get the fat man." Jesse watches them and takes them in, their words sinking deeply within him and panic swallows him whole at the thought of what they have in mind of taking care of them meant. Eyeing Jefferson Davis Hogg, he prays desperately for Luke and Cooter to come soon, to come to their rescue before Tristian returns from town. "Sounds like a deal," Tyson states as he pats Tristian on the back, "take care in town. Don't leave me hangin' here for too long." Tristian snorts. "Trust me, I don't plan to. I'll be back in a half hour...don't do a thing with 'em til I get back. Just pack up and get the truck ready." Tyson nods as Tristian walks away and Jesse closes his eyes as he attempts to change his thoughts from where he is and what is about to happen to better times in the past. Of all he has to be thankful for. Tyson snorting forces Jesse's eyes open. "Yeah better rest up ol' man. Once the bossman returns, me and you got business to do," Tyson states as he moves away towards their tent and gear that is set up several feet away.

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Puzzle Hoss - thanks for the explanation. Makes pefect sense now that you explained it. LOL

CHAPTER FIVE Jefferson Davis "Boss" Hogg drove his Cadiallac as fast as he dared to as Rosco's weak words raced rapidly within him, speeding up his harsh and dark emotions that has seemed to swallow him whole. Emotions of intense anger and hatred to guilt and sympathy. Anger and hatred towards the man Rosco had pointed his finger to as to be the one responsable for his brakes malfunctioning, guilt for being so blind to the obvious. He had grudgingly admitted to himself that it was very unlikely that Bo Duke was capable of doing such an evil thing to Rosco as cutting his brakes to clear his name, but he desperately wanted to find Bo guilty of the heinious crime of attempted murder. Just to say that they got the killer locked away and behind bars. So while Boss' new associate runs free the youngest Duke sits locked away for something even Boss knows he wasn't capable of doing. And sympathy for the youngest Duke. To see Rosco go roll his car down the ditch and then get arrested and charged with murder to top it all off. Everytime Boss went down to scrowl and yell at Bo, Bo looked worse and responded less to his intimidating tricks. There was no denying or yelling at him of how innocent he was as he has always done in the past. Instead he sat on the cot looking down and depressed. And it was clear to Boss now, that Bo actually believed he was guilty of the charges Boss gave him. Sighing heavily he shakes the thoughts of Bo out of his mind, he'd have to worry about him after he dealt with Tristian. Only to send fear and worry spreading rapidly within him at the thought of crossing Tristian ashe recalls Tristian's tough example he had made of what would happen if Hogg had attempted to cross him or back out of their arrangements. Yet, here Hogg is about to confront him and charge him for attempting to kill the sheriff and momentarily the thought hits him that he should have Deputy Strait besides him. But his rash anger is quick to shove the thougth away. Hogg did this by hiring Tristian and he would deal with Tristian for what he had done with Rosco. So with thoughts of Rosco stuck in the hospital bed, Hogg pulls his car to a halt and quickly climbs out and silently closes the door behind him. He takes a quick glance around before he steps into the thick wooded and weedy area where he quietly walks through it. A moment later he reaches the end of the wooded area and fear climbs rapidly within him to find Tristian and his side kick sitting at their camp fire, their tent several feet behind him. "Here's for Rosco," he whispers to himself as he steps into the opening and both Tristian and his side kick jump to their feet and draw their guns at him, "Relax Tristian. It's me." "Hogg!" Tristian steps in front of his side kick and Hogg boldly takes a couple of steps towards the gun man, "I tol' you to not come here unless there is an extreme emergency. You've got ten second to state your emergency or I'll shoot that fat head of your's off and feed it to the gators!" "My emergency?" Boss gulps, feeling less sure of himself than he had a few minutes ago, "My emergency is that you and your buddy there has tried to kill my sheriff. My brother in law. And I'm here to press-" Boss is interrupted as Tristian shoves his gun into his forehead. "We tried to kill your hick sheriff?" Tristian sarcastically laughs, "What gave you a crazy idea like that?" "It ain't a crazy idea. It's the truth. Rosco tol' me about your phone call in my office, of your threat to him to shut him up. I can't believe you -" "Believe what you want. But now you're a risk to us as well stupid man," Tristian shakes his head as he steps to the side and his tall muscular man steps up, "Tyson, tie him up tight against that there tree. Put tape around his mouth. I don't want to hear a sound from him til I'm ready to dispose of him." "Be glad to," the man named Tyson grins at Hogg who backs away, fear consuming him and he yells out in surprise and pain as he trips on a log and falls onto his back. Tyson roughly yanks him up by his armpits, Hogg kicks and screams against the dirt in fear as he is dragged to a thick tree. "Shut up fat man!" Tyson snaps at him and kicks him in the back as he grabs thick rope that Tristian had thrown to him. "You'll be sorry for this. I'm the commissioner! I will be missed by everyone and they will come looking for me and when they find me, you will -" "You are so funny, aren't you Commissioner. You missed? I have been in town long enough to have seen and know how you treat your people. You cheat them. Steal from them. Lie to them. Heck you hired us to frame one of 'em just so that the would be out of your way," Tyson shakes his head in dismiss as he tightly ties Hogg to the tree, "And you think they'll miss you? You actually think they'll want to help you after how you treated them? Not in a million years, Commissioner," he pauses to cut off a long piece of silver and thick tape and tightly places it over Hogg's mouth. Standing up he shakes his head at Boss, "In fact, Commissioner, I bet we could leave you just like this and you'd end up starving to death. A couple years go by and they'll be throwing your bones in for the gators to chew on." He takes a few steps away from Hogg, shaking his head, "Yeah, Commissioner, you'll be missed alright." Boss quietly watches the man walk away to be filled with intense fear and sadness in realization that he was right. After how he treats his people, no one would want to help him. No one would look for him. In fact, when he doesn't show up for the next few days, they'll probably all celebrate at the Boar's Nest. And who could blame them? Sitting tied to the tree and watching Tristian and Tyson sit back down at their camp fire, looking like nothing had even happened, Hogg couldn't blame them. Tears build in his eyes in realization he was as good as dead right now and he had only himself to blame. (Feel free to send me your thoughts or reviews on my story thus far by PMing them to me. )

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Here is the top ten in points after Dover: 1. Carl Edwards 2. Jimmie Johnson (Ironically, Johnson is 24 points behind Edwards. GO DRIVER 24!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) 3. Kyle Busch 4. Dale Earndhardt Jr 5. Kevin Harvick 6. Matt Kenseth 7. Ryan Newman 8. Clint Bowyer 9. Kurt Busch 10. Tony Stewart Well I guess I should be happy since according to NASCAR.com's points where I got all this info at...Gordon managed to climb up three positions and now is fourteenth in points. But sadly, after finishing seventeenth yesterday and hanging around that position for most of the day, don't see how he could have managed that. I guess the obvious scenerio is that the other drivers ahead of him last week had worse finishes than Gordon. I'm just hoping that he will have better restarts,. a faster car, and a much better finish in two weeks at Charolette (the next point race). (Half of the drivers will be racing at Charolette next Saturday for the All Star race which is non points and the drivers all race for a million dollars. The driver's will definately NOT be point racing, but all going for the win...makes for a great night of racing!)

Well the race at Dover has just come to an end a few minutes ago and not a whole lot happened within the four hundred laps and four hundred miles that it took to end the race. There was a lot of rubber on the track from the rain and tires that made it slick and a few drivers slid out from it. Kasey Kahne raced well, but had engine problems and had to go to the garage as did AJ Allmindinger. Juan Pablo Montoya at one point was leading the race, but at the end of the race he slid and hit the wall to bring out the last cauthion of the race. Jimmie Johnson led the most laps and him and Carl Edwards spent most of the day swapping first place. But with the last pit stop, Edwards and pehraps Johnson took four tires and several drivers took two. While Mark Martin stayed out. Matt Kenseth won his second race of the year and Martin came in second. Kyle Busch had to start 43rd due to an engine change but passed cars in his normal fashion and finished in the top ten. Harvick finished tenth...there was no altercations between the two or any other driver. Here is the top ten: 1. Matt Kenseth 2. Mark Martin 3. Marcos Ambrose 4. Kyle Busch 5. Brian Vickers 6. Clint Bowyer 7. Carl Edwards 8. Martin Truex Jr 9. Jimmie Johnson 10. Kevin Harvick As for me, it was a disappointing race since Gordon hung out mid teens most of the day and ended back there as well. Don't know what his deal is lately, but he needs another win. He needs a top five finish. He needs to do better than he has been lately. Of course that all is a lot easier said than done, I guess. Just frustrating with his points and where he has finished at the moment. Next week we'll be going night race at Charolette under the lights where there is no points and they all will be racing for a million dollars. The All Star Race...not all forty-three drivers will be racing but only the select few that will make it on past wins and points. Should make for a good race...

Jesse slowly awakens and is momentarily surprised to find himself slumped over in the cab of his truck before his eyes fully adjust and his mind slowly becomes alert. "Damn it Jesse!" he cusses at himself, angry at himself for allowing himself to fall asleep. Not that he s hould be surprised at the fact taht he fell asleep, after all, it has been a few days since he last got a full night's sleep. Ever since Bo was charged with the robbery at the jewlry store, Jesse has been plagued heavy with worry fo rhis youngest nephew. Bo has been charged falsely several times before, but it had always been with Luke and had Luke besides him when and if they got arrested. But this time, Boss had moved away from his normal plan of charging both boys, he is now only going after Jesse's youngest, Bo Duke. If it had been Luke, Jesse would still be worrying, but not half as much as he is with Bo. Both his boys are strong and smart, but Luke is wise and more independent thatn Bo. Bo is quick to react and often times niave. And then the accident with Rosco that had sent Rosco to the hospital and Bo to jail with new charges of attempted murder had happened. To make everything worse. Bo had dealt with his solo charge with resentment towards the sheriff, but had been pretty calm about it. But with the new charge, he has locked himself within himself and his dark emotions of grief and guilt. Shoving his thoughts and worry about Bo, he panicly glances around the parking lot and relief fills him to see Hogg's familiar car parked where it had been before he had fallen alseep. "C'mon Boss," Jesse nervously glances down at his pocket watch that slowly ticks on and he frustratedly puts it back in his pocket. Looking back up, he sees Boss walking out of the hospital, walking with determination and purprose in each step he takes. Only to alert Jesse that something is up with Boss and he slowly starts his engine as Boss climbs into his car and Jesse watch as he quick backs out of his parking spot and drives towards the entrance of the parking lot. Jesse watches him turn left before he pulls out of his parking spot and slowly follows Boss left to see Boss going around the curve several feet away from him. "Where we going, Boss?" Jesse wonders aloud, half wondering if he should call it in to Luke, but threw the idea down, worried that Hogg may be listening in.

Yesterday was the Nationwide Series race at Dover. Of the video that I saw, with fourteen laps to go, Carl Edwards and Joey Lagano were going at it for the win. On the final restart for a green white checkered restart, Carl spun the tires and Joey got the lead back from Carl. A little while later, Joey looked like he wiggled a bit and Carl used it to pass him to take the lead. After Carl passed him, Joey slammed into Clint Bowyer who went onto two wheels and the accident collected several cars and instantly red flagged the race. Carl Edwards went on to win the race and went and talked it over with Joey. Clint Bowyer has seemed to have the knack to be in the wrong place at the wrong place. Last week he got collected in the feud with Kyle Busch and Kevin Harvick in the Sprint Series and now this last night... Here is the top ten of the race: 1. Carl Edwards 2. Kyle Busch 3. Reed Sorenson 4. Ricky Stenhouse Jr 5. David Reutimann 6. Elliot Sadler 7. Kenny Wallace 8. James Buesher 9. Aric Almorilo 10. Mike Wallace

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Well the boys race at Dover, the Monster Mile, tomorrow afternoon - the pre race show starts at 11:30 central time - my time. It will be interesting to see if there will be some payback from last weekend's race between Kyle Busch and Kevin Harvick. Sounds like they haven't gotten along all week with what seems to have been verbal assaults amongst them. Though I am willing to bet that with them on probation that they will control themselves and wait until they are off probation before they do anything. Though Kyle Busch and Jimmie Johnson seem to be good here. Kyle Busch has won the truck series at Dover on Friday and Carl Edwards just won the Nationwide Series race at Dover. Qualifying for the Sprint Cup had been rained out so they went by speeds on their first practice. I am highly hoping that it don't rain at Dover tomorrow...it is very depressing when they cancel a race due to rain. It always means they'll race on Monday afternoon...and guess who has to be at work on Monday afternoon. Me! LOL Here is the first ten starting positions for tomorrow's race: 1. Jimmie Johnson 2. AJ Allmindinger 3. Dale Earndhardt Jr 4. Kasey Kahne 5. Joey Lagano 6. Kurt Busch 7. Kyle Busch 8. Martin Truex Jr 9. Brad Keselowski 10. Kevin Harvick Well, don't know if I said it before, but I'll say it again if I had. The garage swap at Hendrick Motors has seemed to serve Dale Jr very well. He has all of Gordon's old pit crew, crew chief, garage, and cars...now look at Jr starting third and like fourth in points. Now all he needs is that elusive win and how he's been racin', wouldn't surprise me to see him get it sometime soon.

Finley suspiciously eyes his unwanted visitors and thinks about all that had been said. He'd love to pull one over on Rosco after what Rosco and Boss had done to him, but he also loves his solitude and if he harbors fugitives from Rosco, his solitude would not only be interupted by his new visitors, but perhaps the law itself. "What 'm I to do while you hidin' out here?" he barks. "Do whatever you want to do. Show us a room and we'll stay in it 'til we leave," Luke speaks up, "we just need a place where Rosco won't look. And I'm willin' he's forgotten about you. Most folk in Hazzard has. Only reason I thought of you was because Jesse was going over some old stories the other day and mentioned the one with you." "Well I'd rather to stay forgotten about," Finley harshly responds, looking out his window before walking away, "but I owe Jesse so this once I will help hide you. Go in that room o'r there. You've got a day to figure out what to do and get off my land or else I start shootin'. One by one. Understand?" "A day. We got it," Luke nods as he slowly gets up and walks over to the entrance that Finley had pointed to. "Thanks for giving us a room. We won't make any noise." Finley snorts. "Except when the law comes with their fancy and loud sirens you mean?" he rolls his eyes as he walks the other way. Bo watches him before he follows Gordon into the room that doubly lined with jugs of homemade moonshine. "Well that's all fine and dandy. We's on probation for this stuff and he sticks us in a room of it. Now when Rosco finds us we'll not only be arrested for hording a fugitive, aiding and abbetting, resisting arrest, and now we'll get charged for breaking probation. We're now looking up to thirty years in the pen," Bo gripes as Luke slowly sits down on the bare floor on the opposite side of the room, "we'll all be old men before we get another breath of fresh air. Hope you're enjoying it, Lukas." "Well Bo, now aren't you a big ball of sunshine today?" Luke snaps, "We've been in tighter positions than this and we made it out of it. Just as we will now." "You're on probation?" Gordon asks, speaking for the first time. Luke eyes Bo and gives him a silent sarcastic thank you. "Yeah we got caught running our uncle's shine. Our lawyer was able to talk us out of jail with a few years of probation time for it if our uncle vouched to never make or run shine again. Which he did. Leaving Bo and I on probation. We get caught with a gun or near shine, we're looking for some heavy prison time," Luke responds inhaling heavily, taking in the jugs of shine. "But ol' Rosco won't find us in here as long as we stay inside. Though I'm willin' to bet he won't find us if we were outside either, but would rather stay inside where we won't be seen." "Well tell us Lukas, if we are to stay inside, then how we suppose to use the restroom? You know as well as I do that Finley don't have indoor plumbing," Bo responds. "We'll have to make a run for it. As I said, I bet Rosco has forgotten about this ol' place a long time ago," Luke calmly states, "now we got better things to worry about than our probation. Such as how we are to clear Gordon's name here. After all, no one else saw it. It's only Rosco's word against Gordon's." "C'mon Luke what's gotten into you? You hit your head and now suffering from amnesia?" Bo sarcastically snaps at Luke, still standing, "You know as well as I do that Rosco's word ain't worth nothing! He lies so much he probably can't remember how to tell the truth." Luke rolls his eyes in his last attempt to stay calm with his cousin. "I know that and you know that. But if this comes to court, Boss Hogg will be the judge and he'll take Rosco's word over anyone else's. You know that as well," he snaps, "Why won't you have a seat, Bo? Standing there snapping at me won't get nothing solved." "I'm not snapping at you. I'm telling you how it is," Bo snaps at him, feeling impatient and upset at Luke and how he's been treating him, "don't know what we'll solve by hiding out with a room full of shine. Since when have we run and hid? What Jesse say? Dukes don't run and they don't hide. Well what you call this, Luke?" "You rather us stay in town and let Rosco arrest the three of us? Cause as of right now, I don't have a better plan than to hide out," Luke states, motioning Gordon to sit down and he slowly does, feeling lost amongst the argument, "we'll stay here until I can think of a way to get us all out of this." "You think of something? As if Gordon and I couldn't think of a way out? Is that it, Luke?" Bo rolls his eyes, feeling sensitive about anything Luke has to say, "After all, I'm just stupid and don't listen. Ain't that right?" Luke looks away, knowing he deserved that one. "Look Bo, I'm sorry. OK? I had things under control and then you try sneaking up and get caught. You put me on the spot in order to save your sorry behind from getting shot by Finley. I said the first thing that came to mind," Luke states before realizing how bad that sounds, "never mind Bo. I just said it in order to get him to relax and not shoot you." "So you think I'm stupid huh -" Bo starts to say, his temper flaring. "Wait a moment here boys," Gordon calmly interupts him, "I don't think sitting in this here room yelling and arguing with one another is going to help anything. In fact, it's bound to make it worse. At least it seems to on track. "I apologize for getting you in this spot. I should never have allowed you to step in as you both did. It was very generous of you, but it's got you in trouble as well. I should have just allowed your hick sheriff to arrest me and call my lawyer and work it out the legal way. Now it's too late for that," Jeff pauses, looking at the boys, "Now when you two first walked up to me I could tell that you were good friends. You know the friends that are there for one another. Friends that are there to save your back when need be. Friends to talk with and laugh with." He pauses again as he notices the tension amongst the two slowly begin to evaporate at his truth, "And now look at you. Damn, I hate being the cause to ruin such a great friendship. Especially you two being kin and all. "It may be too late, but perhaps it would be best if I make my way outta here and back to the mainland and give myself up," Jeff exhales loudly, thinking of how the media will play all this once they get word about it. "On my dead body you will!" Bo quickly yells in disgust, "No damn way would I allow that to happen! Rosco has falsely accused and charged you and I ain't about to see you get arrested on such false charges just so he can have some publicity stunt of his own." "Well ain't fair for -" "Bo's right. We can't let you turn yourself in. You said it yourself. It's too late. Even if it wasn't too late, we wouldn't let you. No way we'd let the law win on such false charges," Luke pauses before he glances over at Bo who has his back turned towards him, "and Gordon's right. Us arguing and fighting won't help anything but to make things worse. I am sorry Bo for what I said. For how I acted. You're not stupid, just seeing you walk up like that unnerved and upsetted me. Hogg nor Rosco is worth getting upset at each other over. Friends?" Bo lets out a deep breath he had been holding as his thoughts and emotions rushes violently within him. He slowly turns around with a relaxed grin on his face in attempt to hide his emotions. "When weren't we?" he questions as they shake hands and Luke pulls him in for a hug. As Luke let's go, he asks, "Well Lukas. You're the one with all the brains. You tell us what we do to help clear our names...this time?"

Insect Well Hoss I don't have your bat phobia that you are talking about, but have a huge phobia of spiders and really dislike bugs. . .as well as snakes (but I can at least watch them on TV or see them in the zoo without getting upset about it. Spiders is a whole different story...)

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"Jefferson Davis Hogg!" Lulu's shrill voice penetrates through the eery silence in the hospital's waiting room to force his pacing to a brief halt before he begins again, "Your pacing ain't doing Rosco no good. In fact it's making me nervous and sick so I'd appreciate it greatly if you'd stop right now." Hogg eyes Lulu harshly, yearning for the unlit cigar that is tucked away within his inner coat pocket. "Well I need to do something!" he snaps, "They won't let me have my cigar, they won't let me in there to be with my own sheriff. My brother in law!" he rolls his dark eyes, "Rosco was starting to wake up and they kick us out. And why?" "They said -" "I don't care what they say! This is my town and no one, I mean no one, tells me what I can and can not do. Not even a damn doctor that has all them fancy papers to his name," he starts pacing again, "They think just cause they went to college all them years, wears a white coat, and is authorized to perform surgeries and what not on people that they can do just whatever they want. Say whatever they want. Not to me they don't!" "You know differently, JD!" Lulu states firmly, "You're just upset because it's Rosco in there and you aren't able to be in there to see what's going on. Well he's my brother. Don't you think I feel the same way? Well I do, but I also realize that the doctors have their right and they know what they are doing. You need to sit down and relax. They'll be out with word when they are ready." "I don't care about their damn rights! We've been out here for -" "Commissioner," a voice interupts them and they turn around to find the doctor standing behind them, clipboard in hand, "I'm sorry to keep you waiting like this." "How's Rosco?" Hogg impatiently asks. The doctor eyes Hogg for a long moment before glancing down at his clipboard and looks up again. "Rosco has finally and fully awaken. He seems alert and with it," he finally answers, "he is breathing better and his internal bleeding seems to have gotten better." "Will he be OK, Doctor?" Lulu asks, tears of relief in her eyes. The doctor nods. "He's not all the way out of the woods. He still has the concussion, but that too seems to look like it will get better with time. But I can comfortably say that I am eighty percent sure he'll be OK," he offers them a smile before turning to Hogg, "He was asking for you, sir." Hogg eyes his wife and shrugs before he walks down the familiar hall way that leads to Rosco's door. Looking up and down the hallway, Hogg opens the door and slowly steps in before closing the door behind him. Turning around to face Rosco who lies in the old hospital bed, hooked up to IVs and to an oxygen tank that runs through the tubes in his nose. "Boss," Rosco weakly states, pain evident in his blue eyes as he stares up at Hogg. "Hey there Rosco. Just talked to the doctor. He says you should be fine if you keep at it the way you are," Hogg forces a fake smile, "ain't that great?" Rosco briefly nods. "Yeah sure it is," he finally states as Hogg welcomes himself to a chair next to Rosco's bed, "but we need to talk about the person that put me in here -" "Hey there Rosco. You let me and your deputy worry about that. You need to worry about resting and getting to feeling better," Hogg states with a smile, "but if it makes you feel better, I'll let you know that we got the one responsible for it all locked behind bars. He'll be heading to Atlanta come morning." Rosco harshly shakes his head no at Hogg and the pain in his eyes accelerates and he goes back to being still once again. "I don't think you do, Boss, that's what I want to talk to you about. I know how you think. How you work. And I feel pretty confident that it's Bo Duke who's sitting in jail for all this and we all know him well enough that he wouldn't do anything to hurt no one. Not even me or you who framed him for that robbery," Rosco pauses and Boss moves nervously in his chair. Everyone he's seen since the accident has said the same thing and in the back of his mind, he knows the same thing. But he was chasing Rosco. . . Rosco interupts Hogg's thoughts by continuing, "Yeah sure he didn't pull over when I asked him to and ran from me, but that ain't what sent me down that ditch or ravine. My breaks were out and seeing as how Cooter just replaced the breaks I am willing to bet they were cut, weren't they?" he looks at Hogg who gives a brief nod, "And we know Bo nor any of the Dukes would do such a thing...which leaves me wondering why you have Bo locked up for somethingn you know he didn't do." "How you know I don't know that? He robbed -" "He didn't rob no one and you know it! You and Tristian, your new business partner, robbed the jewlry store and planted it on Bo. I may not shed no love for Bo, but I don't want no innocent man going away on attempted murder when it was someone else who did this to me. And let the guilty man walk just so you can have a Duke behind bars," Rosco snaps, "Bo didn't rob no one and he didn't cut my breaks. All he's guilty of is running from the law and avoiding arrest...all of which I can't blame him since he knows as good as I do that you framed him!" Hogg inhales heavily. He didn't expect this outburst from his sheriff when he first walked in the door. The last thing he was worried about was police work, all he was thinking about was his sheriff. "If Bo Duke didn't do this to you, then you mind telling me who did? You may not be popular, Rosco, but you think of anyone who'd cut your brake lines?" he throws back at his sheriff, "Wrongly accused or not, Bo had ample of reasons to do that to get back at you." "Sure he did. But he wouldn't do it and you know it," Rosco pauses to regain his strength, "but I do know who would or could." Rosco pauses to draw Hogg's attention, "Tristian. You're new business partner." "Why he do a stupid thing like that for?" Boss snaps at him. "Because that morning I went to your office looking for you and when I walked in, I found Tristian sitting behind your desk, talking on the phone. I overheard him say something of pulling the hat over the fat man's eyes and how the fat man, you, wouldn't know what hit him. He looked up and saw me then and stated he had a problem and hung up on whoever he was talking to," Rosco pauses for a long moment, feeling tired and weak, "he cornered me in and asked me what I heard. I lied and said nothing. He didn't believe me and that measures had to be taken to make sure I didn't leak. I was able to push him away and walk out your door just as you were walking in." "Why didn't you tell me?" Boss questions, sitting alert. "Because everytime we were alone without him you were on me about getting Bo arrested and doing my job. I didn't see him anywhere near my car, but if I had to bet on who cut my brakes. I'd go with Tristian," Rosco exhales heavily, relieved to finally get his story out. "Damn it," Hogg cusses as he rises to his feet, "well I think it is time me and Tristian have a talk." "No Boss," Rosco pleads, "he's dangerous. Look what he did to me. Just think what he could do to you. All I ask, is to let Bo out and release all charges on him. Just this time." "I'm the town commissioner, sheriff, and I have to take precautions in order to protect my town and with that monster on the streets, my town is not safe. You rest and I'll send Bo your way when I release him. How's that?" he moves towards the door, "Lulu is wanting to see you. You up to her company?" "Yeah OK," Rosco states behind Boss, "be carefull Boss." Hogg closes the door and briskly walks over to Lulu. "Something has come up and I have to attend to police business. He is in the same room and says he'd love your company. I'll send someone to pick you up or come get you myself whenever I am done." "Is everything OK, J.D? Is this something to do with Rosco?" she worriedly asks. "You can say that. Seems we got the wrong man in jail," he whispers to her, "I have to go get the right man." "Hate to say I tol' you so, J.D.! I told you Bo was innocent!" she states with tears in her eyes, "Please be careful. Don't get hurt." Hogg nods. "Just got visit your brother. Things will be fine," he states as he quickly walks away, determined to do right by Rosco.

Scary

Halloween

Jesse Duke sits silently in his old truck as his old mind wanders quickly from thought to thought that only seems to stir the dark emotions that has swept over him this morning. First it was Enos' stubborn silent treatment he had given Luke and Cooter when they had went in to question him over the prints and Boss' associate. Then there was Bo who he had just left from visiting. Same as last night and despite Jesse's firm and stern order to eat and get some rest had only eaten a few bites and perhaps taken a short nap. Well, Jesse had worried idly long enough. Visiting Rosco and Bo, worried over both of their situations was doing nothing to help Jesse. Only to make it worse. So looking at his reflection in his bug splattered windshield, the strong realization hits him. Hits him hard. He has to do something to help Bo. Help prove his innocence. No matter what Luke and Cooter had to say about it. Luke had included him in his plans in small minute plans, plans that Luke knew Jesse wouldn't get hurt or in trouble in. He was trying to protect his uncle. As always. Well despite what Luke thought, Jesse didn't need his protection. And if Luke wouldn't include him in any major part of his own plans he had going with Cooter, he would come up with his own plans to help his youngest nephew and to clear his name. So now, he sits in his old truck in the parking lot of the hospital, staring blankly at the all too familiar convertable Cadilliac that sits parked two rows over. Patiently waiting for his old moonshine buddy to leave the hospital in hopes of him leading Jesse to his new associate. In hopes of seeing or hearing who had framed Bo. Of who had done that to Rosco. So while Luke and Cooter were chasing down the law aspect of the frame up and of Bo's situation, Jesse now stubbornly is set on the trail of the bad guys. It breaks Jesse's heart to see Bo so down on himself, so torn up, that he was willing to do anything in his moral power to help him out. Even if it meant facing the person who went out of their way to kill the sheriff in hopes of clearing Bo's name. In hopes of finding the real truth and proving it Boss once and for all.

By the time that Gordon and Bo returned to the brush where Luke and Finley were standing, Luke's guilt was at full blast within him for how he had belittled Bo. Silently, in his mind, he can hear Jesse impatiently explaining to him that Bo was only trying to help, that he looks up to him, and wanted to do what Luke was doing, to impress Luke. As Jesse had often said to him in the past, while growing up. They they may be grown up, but deep down, Luke knew there was still truth in all that Jesse had said to him back then. Luke jumps as Finley throws the gun up over his shoulder and Luke slowly turns around to find Bo and Gordon silently making their way to him. "Calm down, Finley. You sent Bo out to retrieve our friend. Here they are," Luke states, his hands up in surrender. "I know that. I may be old, but I have a memory a mile long. Ask that uncle o' your's!" Finley snaps, "Who's the friend?" Gordon, Bo, and Luke all eye each other with the question. "I'm Jeff Gordon, sir," Gordon speaks up for the first time, "I drive on the NASCAR circuit. I took a drive down these here parts only for your sheriff to run into my car and now is accusing me of all these made up charges. These two boys came to my rescue and now they're in trouble with him too." Finley eyes them all suspiciously before lowering the gun and snorts. "No surprise there. The law in these parts is as crooked as they come. With that said, any friends of the Dukes are awright with me. Espeically if they're on the run from the law here," he gives them a crooked smile before turning around, "follow me. Must not stay out here too long. They'll see us." Gordon nods as the Duke boys follow the old man into a small shack and Finley is quick to close the door behind him. "Thank-you sir for helping us out," Gordon states. "Well as Luke reminded me, I have little to no choice. I owe their uncle a big one. So," he eyes Luke with harsh eyes, "here it is. How long you here for?" Luke nods as he eyes Bo who stands quietly by the door, his back towards them while he eyes out through the thin curtians. "Til I can think of something to help Gordon out of his predictament that Rosco put him in," he cautiously states, "Bo move away from the window. We may be in the middle of no where, but I don't want to take any chances." Bo eyes Luke momentarily before moving across the room, away from the window and farther away from Luke.