Garrett Duke

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.

How's that?

Well if it's not the truth, why are you getting defensive?

Lost Soul - I don't know much about computers other than how to turn them on and to work certain programs, so maybe I shouldn't be posting here. But my parents' computer / internet did that for a long time. Am not a hundred percent why it was, but it is now gone. I want to say it was from their virus program they had. Do you have a virus program on your computer and what type? Or perhaps it was a spyware program that was doing it. . . Just a couple of ideas to check out. I could ask them next time I talk to them how they got rid of it. Perhaps they would know, my dad knows more about that type of stuff than me anyway. I hope that I am of some help and didn't confuse you any more. Good luck!

How dare I what? Speak the truth? HEE HEE

OK then...which one of us isn't violent then?

Well...Shay does it to me all the time. (Garrett's nine month old nephew) So I guess I wouldn't think much of it...come to expect it from you about now.

Hmmm. . .good point, Lori. Though Jesse has now come accustomed to my violence and fighting and has long ago gave up on me. He knows no matter what he says, nothing's gonna put a stop to me. You, B.L. and Daisy on the other hand, he may be surprised to see it coming from.

Oh my, where's all this violence coming from? Now what would Uncle Jesse say if he saw y'all fighting? I think we should all take the cheesecake and settle on being friends.