Garrett Duke

Well if you are set out to do a job, you might as well as do it right! Anyway...forget it. I really didn't mean to make it confusing, but I did. LOL. Go figure! I guess in other words, if you didn't teach me to lie and I don't lie, then who did? LOL Make any more sense?

Well you said that finally someone learned something when I said I learnd to lie from you if I was lying and then you took that back...think we're confused! LOL

Well did you teach me or didn't you? Cause if you didn't, that means no one has learned nothing...right?

Standing at the ledge of the cliff, Bo finds himself drowning in sadness and dispair as if he had been sucked under quick sand with no hope of getting out. The more time passes the more his thoughts and emotions build around him, controlling him as if he had been hypnotized. Hypnotized by the events of the past two weeks, of Paul's everlasting effects upon him and his family, tearing everything he stood for apart. If only he could have Luke sit down and listen, maybe. . . Though deep down, Bo knows that there is little to no hope of Luke listening to a word he says as long as Paul is there to control things. Heck, through the two weeks he had been here, he had even found himself at odds with Jesse and Daisy as they had quietly seemed to take Luke's side. Not just because they honestly confessed to Rosco of him throwing the first punch, but because they believed that he, Bo, was jealous of Paul's relationship with Luke. Claiming him to be jealous of Paul, just because Luke had been spending more time with Paul than him. Quietly, he had been a bit at odds at the fact that Luke would chose Paul over him, shoving him aside for some stranger. But that had nothing to do with his accusations towards Paul being trouble. Trouble was, was that Bo had little to no evidence to back him up; he had only overheard a conversation he had over the phone claiming he had everything in control now that Luke had fallen hook line and sinker. And when Bo had stated that to Luke and Jesse, Luke had flat out called him a liar and Jesse scolded him for spreading rumors with nothing to back it up with. Or Daisy telling him that he needs to relax and to be happy for Luke. That it all wasn't about him. Through all that, nothing had hurt him more than the hateful words Luke had spoken towards him through the past two weeks. Even his painful punches and hits didn't even measure up to the pain his words had created within him. If things weren't bad enough, Bo had no one to turn to for support. Tears sting his eyes as he glares down the large rocky cliff, eyeing the small creek below at the end that is barely noticeable at the height he stands. Behind him, the CB crackles once again and Cooter's voice calls out and Bo listens to Cooter's worried voice asking where he is at. Trying to reach out to him. 'But why?' crosses his mind at the thought that the mechanic would want to reach out to him, to climb in the middle of the mess he had dug himself into. Sighing heavily, he glances back down the cliff as questions rush through his mind. Questions of what he had done so wrong that had placed him homeless and what he could have done different? Questions of his unknown future once again haunts him as he realizes he has no where to go for the night. It will be the first time in his life he will be forced to spend the night in The General. Deep down he knows he can't live in The General alone. He'd need food drink to survive and in order to get any of that he'd need money. Money he doesn't have or means of getting. Angrily, he bends down and grabs a big rock that he had been playing with with the toe of his boot and looks at it for a moment. "Damn it!" he cusses angrily as he throws the rock as hard as he could. Silence unfolds as he watches the rock fall steadily and slowly down into the small creek. After a moment, he reluctantly steps back and walks to his car to grab the handle from inside and responds to Cooter, "First off Cooter, I appreciate you calling out to me, I really do. It's just I don't think it would be the best thing for you if you would attempt to help me or to meet up with me. Or to make my location known to whoever may be listening," Bo goes silent as tears streak his face. Tears of sadness and dispair along with fear. Fear of what his future will bring him and fear for his family whose fate lies openly to Paul who had made clear and violent threats to Bo; of course, only when no one else was around. Deep down, Bo knows that Paul is trouble and sooner or later, trouble will unfold for Luke and the rest of the Dukes that trust him. Which only leads Bo's mind quickly unwinding through several possible reasons of why he is in town and what he will do to his only family. And now that he has gotten himself kicked out and hated, there is little he can do to prevent his family from getting hurt. "Thanks, Cooter," Bo finds his voice to say, "for everything. You've been a great friend. Perahps," Bo goes quiet again as his attention falls upon a big black bird soaring over the trees in the near distance, "perhaps when all of this is over and behind us," Bo's voice slowly fades as his thoughts continue to haunt him, "I mean if we can get past this, I can take you out and buy you a cold one in my appreciation. Until then, please keep an eye out for 'em. Thanks man!" With that said, Bo slowly climbs back into The General and throws the handle back onto the empty seat next to him. Sitting within his beloved car, he continues to watch the big bird soaring and allowing his thoughts to swiftly and angrily flow within him while allowing the tears to melt down his cheeks and his emotions to grab a hold of him. (CUE Lori...sorry it's so long! What can I say? Bo inspires my writing. . .)

Well Lori...if the shoe fits, might as well as wear it then. As for lying...I don't know how to lie. That is unless you taught me how to do so.

I've seen the video a couple of times on either CMT or GAC...funny video. Enjoyed seeing John in it.

You must be talking into that mirror again...because it isn't I that is always confused.

Well no. I was just confused on who you are talking about.

"Breaker one Breaker one might be crazy but I ain't dumb, Crazzzzzzzzy Cooter talkin', Lost sheep two ya got ya ears on?" Bo sighs heavily as Cooter's loud voice yells out at him through his CB radio, for the second time. For a long moment, Bo stares silently down at the black box from where Cooter's voice had called out at him from, silently debating whether or not to respond to Cooter's call. Feeling unwanted by all, Bo silently allows his thoughts to rewind through the last two weeks, grudgingly thinking of all the trouble that has spread across his family. Luke's strong words from last night once again yells back at him, the strong words he had spoken before Bo sent his fist into Luke's nose. The reason why it was him who had been the one dragged out of the house instead of Luke, all because of his temper and his inability to think while being mad. "Damn it," he cusses angrily as he looks away from the box to stare up through his windshield and over Rainbow Cliff where he had parked once Cooter's voice called out to him. He had thrown the car into park at the cliff in his attempt to sort everything out that has haunted him through the past couple of weeks since Paul's arrival and attempting to see which side Cooter had seemed to be on. Bo saw little reason to responding to Cooter's call if he had been on Luke's side, he'd only be calling to criticize him on the fight and all that he's putting his family through. Just as Luke had done last night. Telling Bo that his fighting and selfishness was tearing the family apart, killing poor ol' Uncle Jesse. "You're so damn blind!" Bo hears himself yell aloud as he hits his steering wheel as his anger from last night rebuilds within him at Luke's strong words he had spoke and all the accusations he had thrown at him. As if it were him causing the fights and forcing the pain into their lives instead of Paul. Luke was the smartest person he knew and yet. . . Sighing heavily, he glances back down upon at he black box that remains silent once again before he slowly grabs the handle. From all Bo could remember, Cooter hadn't taken any sides. Rather he seemed to keep neutral and had tried his best to prevent and stop any fights that had broken between them whenever he was around. He had been troubled to see the two boys fighting just as Jesse and Daisy had been. "Crazy Cooter," Bo half heartedly says into the handle as old memories begin to flood back through him of the many times he had used that handle to call Cooter for help or information or just to talk. There was barely a moment he had used that CB that Luke wasn't in the car with him and had often times had told Bo to make the call into Cooter. Then again, it was very seldom that The General only held one of the boys. A large clump of sadness builds within Bo as he slowly glances over at the empty passenger seat that sits besides him, the seat that Luke had always occupied. Now empty. And if Pauld remains in Hazzard and close to Luke, it may always remain empty. "This is Lost Sheep two." Regret builds within him as he identifies the sadness and tears deep in his voice as he made the call into Cooter

Who Garrett? I think you must mean someone else, because it surely ain't Garrett.

I still don't see where you get him being mean at...at least to Lori.

Well...what does he have to apologize for?

Well. . .he didn't do it on his own accord. I'm twisting his ear to do so...literally! LOL

"Now Rosco," Cooter impatiently begins, staring at the aging sheriff that takes an intimidating step closer to him, "I told you upfront that the cost of repairing your patrol car will be sixty-eight dollars and forty-eight sense. You either pay the bill or I'll keep your car until you do." "Jit, jit Cooter!" the sheriff stutters while eyeing the mechanic with angry blue eyes, "You can't do this to me, Cooter! Boss will only give you forty dollars for the repairs to my car. . . how'm I spose to get the rest of that with my lousy paycheck? Huh?! You tell me that, Cooter!" Shaking his head, Cooter wipes his greasy hands upon his stained shirt while eyeing the patrol car he had spent all morning working on. "Not my fault, Rosco. Learn how to drive," Cooter turns to speak to Rosco, "and you won't have to worry about that. Will you? Or," a brief smile crosses Cooter's face, "better yet, leave the boys alone and this won't happen." "Ain't no more boys to chase," Rosco says, anger quickly falls into sadness as he eyes the mechanic who stares blankly at him. "Haven't you heard?" "Heard what, Rosco?" Cooter asks, his mind abruptly leaving the patrol car and falling back upon the last couple of weeks that had reeked of havoc amongst the Dukes. Sadness drowns within him at the thought of his two closest friends fighting amongst each other all due to a stranger. "I think you lost it. They may be outta sorts with one another, but there will always be the Duke boys." Rosco once again shakes his head with sadness, his thoughts falling upon the disturbance call he had received last night from the one place he had least expected it to come from. The Duke place. The call had came from the stranger from Miami, the one that Luke has been spotted with more often than Bo. By the time he had gotten there, both Dukes had blood smeared across their faces from punches recieved from the other, the floor of the living room littered with knocked over furniture and pictures. Jesse held Daisy back in the corner, their faces covered in tears of fear and worry while Bo sat half knocked out on the floor. Meanwhile the stranger and Luke sat on the couch talking amongst themselves, the elder Duke cousin had a look of anger and resentment in his eyes. "Not no more, Cooter," Rosco says to break the silence, "I got a disturbance call last night. . ." Rosco slowly explains all that he had called into last night and had saw. Feeling the need to fill in the Dukes' closes friend. "I had to arrest someone or do something to break the fight. It was bad, Cooter. I'm surprised you didn't hear about by now." Once again Rosco pauses. "So, I arrested Bo. He spent last night in jail before I drove him out to the farm this morning, where he climbed into The General and drove off. Luke had made it clear when he stepped out and told Bo he didn't want to see him on Duke property, ever. He come back, he'd be filing charges of trespassing against him." "No, no, no," Cooter hears himself say aloud, though deep down he knows Rosco's speaking the truth, he'd have no reason to lie about something like that. "Damn it," he finally responds as guilt builds within him. Through all the fights the two boys had been having the past couple of weeks, he should have seen it coming. He should have been there to stop it. "Why Bo? Not Luke?" Rosco shrugs. "Daisy stated Bo threw the first punch," he slowly responds, "as did everyone else. Everyone, but Bo who wasn't awake enough to defend himself that is. I'm sorry Cooter." "Damn it," Cooter cusses again as he drags Rosco's keys out of his pockets. "Here Rosco. I have more things to worry about than your bill. Like where Bo is. . ." (Cue Lori)

LOL! We wouldn't want that to happen...you better not tell her to stay away. Though Garrett apologizes if you feel he was too mean.

Staring through the open window, Daisy hears herself letting out a long deep breath that she had been holding ever since Jesse and Luke had stepped outside a few minutes ago. Exhaustion seems to melt over her weary body as her emotions continues to dance rapidly within her with her thoughts that revolve within her. Thoughts that angrily fuel questions deeply within her. Questions of why Bo had to leave? Why Luke was always so upset at him for lately? Before Paul had walked into town, there had been peace within the family and you would barely see the two boys apart. The past two weeks since Paul has been here, Luke had avoided Bo as if he had the plague and if they were together they were fighting. Bo claiming Paul is nothing but trouble, Luke accusing Bo of being jealous. Who is right? Luke is barely wrong and if someone were to cause trouble, it would be him who'd smell the first wift of trouble. Not Bo. But Bo jealous? Struggling back the tears of raw emotion, Daisy slowly takes a step back to sit back down at the table to stare across the table at the empty place. The empty place that Bo had ate at ever since he was old enough to sit in a booster seat at the table. Now empty. Last night had been so depressing to eat the chili she had fixed only to stare across the table at the empty seat and even more so this morning over breakfast. The boys have gotten into fights before, but nothing like this. Two weeks in a row? The longest they've been mad at each other before have been a couple of days. Their bond with one another always stronger than whatever had started the fight. But now? Could one stranger take all that away from them within a couple of weeks? Apparently so. Glancing around the room with tearfilled eyes, Daisy slowly stands back up before walking back to the sink where the morning's dishes lie dirty on the counter. With or without Bo, life must go on. At least without Bo, there will be a little less of dishes and clothes to wash. But nothing was worth losing Bo. Without Bo, life will never be the same. . .

I resent that Lori...Garrett is not mean. At least not to Lori...though if she thinks he's mean to her, he can always leave her be.

Well then, I am sorry for complicating things for you and for frustrating you. Never was of my intention, though I do find it a little funny. LOL...I think we have gotten off topic here...or have we?

Number of people chatting means the number of people that are chatting in the chat rooms here on hazzardnet. As of why it isn't on your other servers, I don't know.

Oh how very true...

Ah Ok. internet explorer is familiar to me...I thought you were listing virus programs that you had. I hope you will come across something that will work, that is frustrating.

What kind of response is that? Kinda vague, isn't it?

You are welcome, Lost Soul. I hope that I have helped at least a little bit. The program you mentioned isn't familiar to me, so I dont' think that is the program my parents had. Do you have spyware of any kind?

Across the street, Bo watches as the front door is thrown open and Jesse climbs out with a wearied look across his bearded face, followed by Luke. Mixed emotions surround Bo as he watches his family walk along the front lawn, hidden behind a couple of trees. He's excited to see them, to feel some normality to his life, and at the same time anger and resentment fills him towards how they had treated him. Of the looks they had given him before their final fight, of the silence they all had given him, acting as if he had something contagious and wanting nothing to do with him. But at least he had been able to place them out of harms way for the time being. Their safety had to measure up to some relief and happiness, because if anything had happened to any one of them, he would never be able to live with himself. Question march through his mind of where he is going next, what will he do with the rest of his life if he never makes up with his family. How could he ever live in Hazzard if everyone remains angry and upset at him, especially his family. But mainly, questions pertaining his family safety crosses his mind. He had momentarily put them out of harm's way but Paul and his group of friends will sooner or later come back. What will he do then? He was only able to hear what was going on because he was at the farm and had overheard Paul talking on the phone. Now he won't have that advantage unless he kept spying on his family, watching them to make sure they're ok. "That'd never work," Bo speaks aloud, creeped out by the silence that now follows him everywhere. Luke is too smart to be outsmarted by him, too observant to leave a follower unnoticed. Luke would notice him within the first few minutes. Which would turn into another big fight which would either leave Bo painfully hurt or in jail. Whatever came first. So it wasn't an option to follow them or to watch the farm for clues and Paul and his friends were too violent to even think of following to keep tabs of. Leaving him with the only option of perhaps going to the law and perhaps talking them into believing his side of the argument. And since he had gotten escorted out of the farm by Sheriff Coltrane himself, he doubted he'd be able to do that. (cue Lori)

This is a story co-written by myself, Garrett Duke, and Lori Davenport. I hope you will all enjoy reading it as the story moves along. ********************************************************************* Bo sat silently in the driver's seat of The General Lee, thinking aimlessly about the past couple of days while staring up at the old farm house. The old farm house that he had once called home for so many years. And now, it is a place he yearns so much to return to and yet he can't. Perhaps if he sat and begged for forgiveness, then maybe his cousin would welcome him back. Perhaps then his uncle would give him the kind smile he often times had given him throughout the twenty years he had been living there. Perhaps then they all would say, "Welcome home." But he wasn't going to apologize or to ask for any forgiveness from any one of them, he can't and he won't. He refuses to apologize for something he hadn't even done. But because he had crossed the line, so to speak, to help protect the family he cherished, he is now the outsider. The one they all are upset at. The one that his cousin had told him he would be happy if the next time they saw him was at his funeral as the pastor closed the casket. He was only trying to save them from the inevitable and he had. He had learned the hard way that sometimes in order to protect the ones you loved, you had to be the bad guy in ones eyes, that sometimes you have to let them go in order to save them. "At least I got you, huh General?" Bo asks aloud to interrupt the thick silence that fills the old muscle car that he had helped build up with his cousin. If Luke had insisted upon taking The General, he would have had the support from Jesse and Daisy to do so, along with Cooter and many more towns people. Everyone would have backed Luke up, leaving Bo as the odd man out and with little choice but to give The General up. But as it is, Luke was too anxious to get rid of him than to fight over a car, as he put it, could build all over if he wanted to. And without The General, Bo would have been left out to sleep under the stars at night and no where else to turn to. He had no money for food or for bed, all he had was the clothes on his back and the comfort of The General. If he had expected all of this to happen, he would have packed. But it had happened so quickly that he hadn't even seen the fight coming or that they would rather take Paul's side over his.