Garrett Duke

*After watching the car with the two men in it from a distance, I get off my motorcycle and throw out lit cigarette to confidently approach the car. Getting to the car, put hands up in surrender* Well Brian, Alex *nods at them through window* You want me. Here I am. But before you begin, hear me out. When Chet took your title or whenever this all started, I had no intention of ever being a part of it, with him or with you. But then I overheard you talking of me being afraid. *Shakes head* Call it ego, call it pride, call it whatever you want to call it, I had to prove myself to you and to everyone else. I wasn't about to just sit around and allow you to say I'm afraid of you...and as I said earlier, maybe I should be, but I'm not. That don't matter right now. Well by hearing you out and your little bad jokes about me, I didn't prove nothing which means all this has been for nothing; other than to get you upset and me on your list. Though it does make me feel pretty special to get top rating on that there list of your's Brian. It does. But this so called title that you are after, of which Chet has, means very little to me. I don't care if you have it Brian or Chet has it or Alex has it or anyone else in this town. Point being is that I don't want the title nor do I care who has it. This battle here is between you and Chet, not me. *Pauses to light another cigarette* Truth be known, Chet kinda left me high and dry here with these new turn of events. Doesn't make me all that happy nor does it matter any I guess. I'm better off by myself anyway. *Shrugs* Whatever. Anyway, here I am to surrender to you or this little fight or arguement between us, whatever you wanna call it. *Takes a deep inhale of smoke and blows it over shoulder* I know this will probably only accredit your theory or mockery of me not being man enough or brave enough or bad enough, however you want to put it, I guess you can believe I'm out selling Girl Scout cookies if you want to waste your time thinkin' that. I know who I am and what I am capable of doing, enough to know just how wrong you are in that. Also know when it's my fight to fight or not to fight and since Chet don't seem to be of need of my help, it's obvious is not my fight to fight. So here I am *Hands up in surrender* to surrender to you and to Alex. Just for you to know, this here is the closest you'll come to my apology for I know when I'm wrong and overstepped my boundaries. You can take it or leave it.

*Listens into conversation and watches events through jail window before watching them driving/riding by the alley where I sit on my motorcycle to shake head in disbelief while lighting cigarette.* Well if he wants to leave me outta this, then hopefully he can find his way outta of it on his own. *Whispers under breath to self before inhaling smoke from cigarette and blowing it out* At least I'm on the top of someone's list...I feel special! *With the excitement out of site, drives motorcycle away from the jail*

Sounds like a good line up of houses to see! Hopefully I'll remember and be able to watch it! Thanks Daisy Mae for posting it and letting everyone know.

*Leaves the court house to find che outside and slowly approaches him* Hey bro.

As I said, I remember what happened and don't need no refresher course on anything. Just had to come by once i overheard you talking of thinking i was too scared to face you...because I ain't. I proved my point. *Lighting another cigarette, turns and walks up the stairs* (AUTHOR'S NOTE: Perhaps a little of both. I remember the basic details of the fight...sadly.)

*Eyes the two prisoners with emotionless gray eyes* Glad you two are so proud of yourselves. Maybe it is your own egos that are making you underestimate me and who I really am. Because as far as I am concerned, I haven't been defeated or killed and we all know I'm still in town. Y'all can go ahead and think what you want to think of me, at the end, I know who I am and what I am capable of. (AUTHOR'S NOTE: I write these posts in character. Other words, it's my muse doing the talking, not me and don't want to create any hard feelings with anyone. If so, tell me to back off and I will.)

*Steps back out of reach of the prisoners and shakes head* First of all, my mind hasn't blocked out nothing from the past. In fact, I have a pretty good memory for things like that. It helps me to better prepare myself for the next encounter. So I say, bring it on. Secondly, Duke or no Duke, no one has ever accused me of not having common sense either. I'm alive today, ain't I? So I at least have enough sense to stay alive and out of too much trouble...at least nothing I can't handle. As for my future plans, trust me, you'd be the last one I'd tell. Sorry to be the one to disappoint ya there. *Takes a step to the stairs and turns around* Just thought I'd give the two jail birds a little visit, see how comfy you are and to see if things has changed since the last time I was here.

*Walks down the stairs after hearing what was said, half lit cigarette in mouth* Well Brian after my whole stint in that cell, I'd a thought you'd know me better than that. Apparently not. I ain't afraid of you...perhaps I should be, but I ain't. As for what I am up to...what gave you the idea that I was up to anything to begin with?

Exhaustion seems to melt over Kristy's numb body as she stares blankly down at the paper work that clutters across her old desk while her mind continues to be lost back at home. Back at home where her eighteen month old son is the sickest he has ever been, her four year old daughter seemingly coming down with the same thing, her younger brother has been left behind to babysit and on top of it all, the bills continue to fall upon them. Bills that they are unable to pay or know how to. Deep down, she knows it isn't much different than what it probably is for everyone else in town, but she still can't shake the heavy burden that seems to be on top of her. Even though there is two other adults in the house that helps out as much as they can. Taking a deep breath, she stands up from her old chair just in time to hear her boss' door open and close and as she looks up she finds Lulu Hogg slowly stepping away from the door. Putting a smile on, Kristy moves to her open door way and says, "It's nice seeing you here, Miss Lulu." At hearing her name, Lulu Hogg slowly turns around and a warm and welcoming smile spreads across her face as she moves towards her husband's secretary. "Well if it isn't Kristy Duke," Lulu speaks, "you are looking as lovely as ever. Tell me, how's those darlin' kids of yours? I haven't seen them around in awhile." Kristy shrugs. "Well at the moment they aren't too darlin' you ask me. They are both sick with ear infections and what seems to be a bad cold," she states as she watches over Lulu's shoulder as Rosco enters the room. Looking back at Lulu, she continues, "but according to Applebee, with his medicine, they should be back to their normal self in a few days." "Poor things," Lulu states, "you let me know if you need anything from me. I'd be glad to watch them for you while mean ol' Hogg has you working." "Thanks for the offer," Kristy states while noticing Rosco staring angrily at her, "but they're with Garrett right now and there is always LB to help out too." "Kristy Duke," Rosco barks from his desk, "if you wanting to keep this here job, I suggest you get to work before Hogg comes out and sees you standing there like that. You know he frowns upon -" "Rosco Pervis Coltrane!" Lulu snaps turning around and Rosco seems to sink further into his chair as his sister raises her voice at him, "Will you leave the poor woman alone already! My husband is pretty damn lucky she's here at work at all with her kids sick and all! Give her a break already!" "I. . .I was only trying to warn her," Rosco states quietly as he grabs some paper out of a basket and acts to be working on them. "Don't give him no bother," Lulu turns back to Kristy, "he only acts scary. Well honey, I have some work to do if I am ever going to get it done. You let me know if I can be of any help, you hear?" "Sure do. Thanks Lulu," Kristy waves at Lulu as Lulu turns and begins to walk towards the door leading to the hallway. Kristy eyes the aging sheriff momentarily who attempts to ignore her before she slips back down into her chair to stare back down at the paper work. Picking up her favorite pen her dad had given her before they had left Knoxville, she slowly begins to fill out the paper work while she forces her thoughts away from home and onto the work she is being paid to do. (Cue Daney)

*Sits on motorcycle with a cigarette and watches Chet leaving the jail* Heard what was happenin, bro. Good luck. You know where to find me if you need me for anything. *Drives away*

I hope that you get to watch some of it too Texas Daisy - Tim McGraw is going to be singing before the race. I am highly hoping they will air that on TV! I am planning on watching and am looking forward to it!

Well with the new NASCAR season starting back up tomorrow with the Daytona 500, I thought I'd remind people of Hazzard County's NASCAR club. If you want to talk anything NASCAR; be it the track or the races or the drivers or their crews, this is the place to be. It is open to all who wants to join! Hope to see you there!

*Shakes head* Well Brian, can't believe you of people would be the one to slip up and allow something like this to happen. Oh well. Now you know how the rest of us felt when you locked us up...innocently. Anyway, if there is anything I can do for you while you rest up in your purdy little jail cell there, just let me know. Perhaps I could take your fancy little car over there for a drive for you while your locked up all tight, you know, to keep the tires spinning. Sounds fair to me. Afterall, it was you, that stole my motorcycle while I was locked up and drove him...though I am grateful for you returning it just as it was when you and MaryAnne had arrested me; as I knew you would. Anyway good luck on your bail, hopefully MaryAnne isn't too rough on ya, especially after what you did to her. Though gotta admit she did a great job on her bail you gave her.

You did an awesome job on the collage MaryAnne! Congratulations on your newfound freedom...how does it feel to be out and about now? Nice fast one that you pulled on your cousin over there, I'm sure he ain't too happy about it, but he'll get over it eventually. Hopefully at least. . . *Turns to Brian* How's it feel be locked up in there? Guess you now know how the rest of us feel being locked up for something you didn't even do...Anyway, let me know if there is anything I can do for you while you spend your time locked up. Perhaps I can take your car out for a drive just to keep the tires spinning. Sound fair to me. Afterall, you got to steal my motorcycle and take him for a ride while I was locked up.

Isn't it nice to be missed, Roger?

Thank-you everyone who commented on my story...it was a fun story to write. I am surprised that I was able to write it within a week, especially seeing on how long it takes me to update my series story (Dang muses anyway). Thank-you. (Sorry it took me so long...I was without a computer for a week due to it being sooo slow and taking it to my parents' house to have it updated. Hopefully it'll be back and up and running sometime soon. )

*Walks over to the jail window* Pssttt MaryAnne. I got kinda mixed feelings seeing you in here all locked up and no where you can turn to to get out. I mean you are a nice enough person and I'd hate to see almost anyone in there. *Sarcastic smile* But I do see some irony in all of this. First of all, it was you who threw me in there a couple of weeks ago and locked the doors behind me. Now how does it feel? You know what my ma use to tell me? Do to others as you would like done to yourself. So I guess it's only fair seeing you locked in there. Secondly it is always ironic to see one in uniform and with a badge being locked up and thrown in jail. But being one who don't hold any grudges, after all, you did accept my story and seemed to like it enough to use it as my bail. So all in all, I do feel bad seeing as how your own kin put you in there after you let me out. So I brought you a little something. *Shoves bag carefully through the bars* Didn't know what you liked, so I kinda guessed. It's coffee and a couple of donuts. If you don't like them, you can always throw them at Brian whenever he get a chance to give you a visit. Not to give you any ideas or anything. . .

Thank-you Daney and GeneralleeGirl!

*Nods in appreciation at Brian* Trust me, I'll be safe. I guess we agree on something on account I don't wanna be back any time soon...or ever. Thanks for taking care of him for me. *Walks over to bike with cigarette out and lit.* Bye now *Waves at Brian while speeding off on the motorcycle.*

Congrats BoJames on fan of the month! You deserve it!

*Steps out of jail cell to eye MaryAnne on the way past her* Thanks MaryAnne...for everything *Sarcastic grin* Wish I could say it's been fun. Suppose y'all could say that a lot more honestly than I can. Glad to see y'all liked my story enough to see fit to let me go...I'd be more than glad to autograph your copy for you MaryAnne. After all, give me a few days, few years...it could be on the best seller list and I could be famous. *Steps outside to take a deep breath in to inhale the fresh air of freedom* Freedom smells great...now where's my motorcycle?

How would I know if his car is put back together or not...I've spent the last week in jail. Though if my source is correct there is a certian someone that was planning on fixing it up all nice and fancy like. So I guess it is possible that it is is all put together again...perhaps Brian should go take a look. That is if he can find his car...

OK MaryAnne, what's this susposedly important question you got for me? It's kinda hard to answer a question honestly without knowing the question...though if it is a yes or no question, I guess I have fifty percent chance at being correct...then again, I'd have fifty percent chance of being wrong too. I think I'll play it safe and say yes and no...does that work? Glad you're keepin' it simple for me.

What I'd do this time? NOTHING! Typical Hazzard law at it's finest.

*Shocked look* Miss Hilery Davenport, after all I've done for you, I can't believe you just stooped that low as to say such a hedious thing as that! Bo is a lousy driver, I could beat him with my hands tied behind my back! *Shakes head* You are just lucky you said that while I was behind bars...though it don't sound like it will be for too much longer, so I'd say your luck has just about run out.